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Annie

By: chloejacobs83



She was my sister and I loved her. But when Mom called and told me I had to have her up to the school for 4 nights I was pissed. It was the 4 day weekend -- Founders Day into Memorial Day -- and I'd been looking forward to the college parties and particularly to getting closer to Sandy- my new girlfriend. I was a sophomore and woefully undernourished in the pussy department, but Mom doesn't take no for an answer. She and Dad were off to Barbados, there was no one else, she didn't trust Annie over at any of her friend's homes, etc. etc. So that was that. They were celebrating Annie's 18th birthday Wednesday night and Thursday they'd be off and she, Annie, would be on her way here (and did I remember to get Annie a present?)

It was only 2 days later that I found out Annie wasn't coming alone. She called to make arrangements to meet at my dorm and casually dropped the bomb that Beth was coming with her. Beth is this super hot friend of Annie's who I'd known for 10 years, and had lusted after from afar in the way you do with a sister's hot friend. I had figured my getting her was pure fantasy until the night of my high school graduation. That's when she took me in my bedroom with the family partying below us and gave me what was still the best blowjob of my life. "Don't ever say I didn't give you something special for graduation Jeff," she said after with a big grin and a fat strand of sperm dripping from her chin. Then she was gone. I hadn't seen her since, so I marked it up to a blowjob where nothing leads up to it and nothing leads away from it. But now I reconsidered that and reconsidered the benefits of having Annie up with her best friend. Perhaps Sandy would have to wait.

Annie and Beth had been best friends since the 4th grade when we moved to town. Beth was a couple of months older but when both girls ended up repeating 5th grade for medical reasons (now all cleared up) the bond between them was really sealed. Annie was athletically lean from volleyball and basketball, tall, pretty, smart and funny. Beth got all the curves Annie lacked; she had just about a perfect body and face. Maybe she was a touch ditzy and more than a touch slutty (as my surprise bj demonstrated), but I was more than fine with the overall package. Annie was pretty, with maybe small B-cup tits, while Beth was the gorgeous cheerleader type -- C-cups for sure, a killer ass and the face of an angel. For a moment I worried whether Annie knew the special gift I got from Beth, but there had been no sign of it. I was already wondering if there was a way to lose Annie for a few hours so Beth and I could create more secrets to keep from her.

Annie got out of my Dad's SUV looking like a wholesome, well scrubbed tomboy. Fashionable, but not very tight, jeans and a couple of those spaghetti strapped shirts she loved. Beth got out the other side and winked over at me as I hugged Annie. She came in for her own hug. Beth was dressed like Junior Sluts on Parade, a plaid mini skirt to mid thigh, cute little fuck-me shoes, and a tight blue tee which hugged her free range tits. The shirt knocked off work somewhere north of her naval and nicely showed off her flat tummy and jeweled belly button. I wanted to cum just watching her walk over for the hug. Her eyes were made up, her long brown hair shined and she smelled like heaven.

Since it was still Thursday morning I had to get to one more class. Beth's hug had me pretty hard but I hid it well and asked the girls if they wanted to come along with me. Annie laughed and said they'd rather hang at the dorm. Off I went feeling kind of like a dope for walking away from that very hot piece of ass my sister had so considerately brought along for the ride!

Problem was I got back from class to find Frank hanging all over them -- or more exactly Annie hanging all over him with Beth laying on my bed watching. Beth's legs were together but the skirt was so short that I figured Frank had a view of her panties from his angle, even as he was bending over Annie to show her some chords on his guitar. Frank is my roommate, and a pussy hound way beyond my ability. He claimed to have fucked nine different girls before Christmas break our freshman year, and most of us believed him. I knew as soon as I saw the scene that he was working to fuck one of what I sort of thought of as my girls, leering over towards Beth as Annie practically rubbed her cute tits on his shoulder.

I looked at Annie and saw a girl flushed and excited by his attention. Then for one second I imagined leaving Annie to him so I could get alone with Beth, who was looking very sexy in the horizontal position. Then I thought of Mom and Dad and realized I needed to save Annie from Frank. His official count of pussy scored had recently crept (he said) to 24, and no way could I let him fuck my sister as number 25, not after the way I'd seen him treat other girls. Plus I was pretty sure Annie was a virgin, and a pretty pure virgin at that.

Frank actually already had a weird history of attraction with Annie. A year earlier my family had vacationed in St Martin's and I'd made the mistake of leaving my photos of the trip lying around. Frank found it and started in not only on Annie -- who was cute but not spectacular in her bikini -- but even on my mother. About Mom he made the usual MILF jokes (focused mainly on her tits which were actually well hidden in a modest bikini) and asked when she was coming up to visit. But the comment that most irked me -- I had to pretend to be amused but believe me I wasn't -- was about the picture of Annie bent over smoothing out her towel after a swim. Frank went on and on about her ass and how (he said) you could get a nice glimpse of her pussy outlined by her tight bikini bottoms. In his memorable line: 'Dude, you can totally see the outline of her cunt in that shot.' I knew he was just trying to get me going, but it still bothered me. It was hard to hear her young pussy described that way. But sure enough when I was next alone, I had to look closer and there it was -- a perfect outline of the lips of her pussy in the wet suit. The material had sucked up into her snatch just enough to make the camera shot perfect (if that's what you were looking for.) But I for one was not. Fuckin' Frank!

I got Annie out of there on the pretext of showing her the new gym where she might play basketball once she got to college. Beth said she'd stay behind, and I tried hard not to whine her in to joining us. I figured I had 4 nights to close the deal with her and that I'd better not rush things at the start. But leaving Frank alone with Beth was one of the harder things I'd ever done. It made me feel angry, sad and noble all at once.

Annie and I ended up goofing around at the gym -- playing a little one on one b-ball. She was a pretty good player, although with 6 inches of height on her and probably 60 pounds, it wasn't too hard to stop her drives to the hoop. One time an accidental contact sent her sprawling on the baseline, her rump in the air, and I flashed back on the picture that got Frank going. The skin tight short-shorts she'd put on for the tour left little about her ass (which is nice) or her crotch (notice I didn't call it her 'cunt'?) to the imagination. I tried to wash away the image by thinking of Beth's much rounder, fuller ass and what I'd like to do with it, but the Annie-image was still in there. And now it had company.

We hacked around the gym and the campus for 2 hours or more, and then went back to the room to shower for dinner. It was empty. With Annie in the shower I got Frank on his cell phone and made plans to meet out at the local Chinese place for dinner. He'd taken Beth down to show her the lake and campus and his lacrosse field house. Two hours after that we were done with dinner. Then the girls went back to the dorm to change for the big party. Frank and I were hanging out on the campus waiting.

He handed me a key and said "Hey, Bill wanted you to have this."

"OK, why is that?" 

"So you'll have a place to sleep tonight."

"Huh?"

The plan of course had been for the girls to stay in our room on the floor. Their sleeping bags were already there, and already I'd pictured Beth a hundred times climbing into hers dressed only in skimpy lace shorts and a top. But light dawned on me,

"You mean you want our room to yourself?"

"Well, not exactly myself." He laughed then. "Uh... Beth and I are going to need some privacy, and Bill is gone for the night back home. So he gave me his key -- but only on the condition that you stay there, not me. He said something about not wanting my cum all over his sheets when he got back, but he was fine with you staying there. And there are 2 beds so you and Annie can both be comfortable."

Damn. Of course he didn't know I had a history with Beth so I couldn't fault him for that -- but still, damn him. I was afraid of the answer but asked anyway -- "You mean you two already got into it this afternoon?"

Frank laughed again and said "Not quite, well all but. Beth knows I'm getting us the room, she's telling Annie about it now so we don't freak her out." He saw me wincing and said "Well look I figured you didn't want me to play for Annie -- right? And Beth is too good to pass up -- you should see her ass out of that skirt." I guess that's what he meant by 'all but.'

At the party we hung out, drank some beers and allowed the girls a few. Neither of us wanted to see them get wasted (for slightly different reasons.) Frank danced with both girls and so did I. I got immediately aroused with my arms around Beth and her pelvis hitting mine. We didn't mention it but we both knew the other was thinking about that bj -- and about the bj she'd be giving a little later. After an hour or so we spotted Frank taking Beth out a side door so we figured that case was closed. And since Annie was getting hit on by a couple of seniors on the prowl for young girls, we got out shortly after.

Rather than go back right away I took her to a movie which itself turned out pretty funny. There were two really hot sex scenes in the movie -- one of which gave me another in the series of uncomfortable woodies that day. A skinny blonde (not unlike Annie), with only tiny pink panties on (not unlike Annie's suit in the photo), was bent over crawling (not unlike Annie) across a bed to suck the hero's cock (totally unlike Annie.) It was shot from behind the actress and again I got the flash of Frank saying 'dude, you can totally see the outline of her cunt.' Of course in an R rated movie they didn't show the actual sucking -- just her head bobbing up and down in the actor's lap. But it was enough to send my blood rushing. I gave a cautious glimpse over to Annie. Her pretty eyes were about bulging out of her head. But we don't discuss things like that in our family so we let it pass then and forever.

We got back to the dorm and without a word to each other went to Bill's room right next door to my own. I was tempted to listen at my door, but that seemed too sketchy. My reason was I realized only now that we hadn't brought any of my stuff or Annie's for the night. But screw it! We had a place with 2 beds and that would have to be enough. We got in and chatted uncomfortably about the day -- both of us thinking about (and trying not to picture) the fucking that we knew was taking place behind the wall. It was well after midnight and with nothing much else to do we decided to turn in. We turned out the lights and Annie turned while I stripped down to my boxers and jumped into bed.

She giggled "Now don't peek!! Really! Turn around."

And I did -- did both I mean. I turned and then, in the darkened room lit by a bright spring moon through an open window, turned back and peeked. Annie had her back to me and shimmied out of the tight jeans she'd been wearing for the party. Heart attack number 1: she had on really pretty yellow bikini panties, number 2: she bent over to pick up the jeans, number 3: 'dude, you can totally see...', numbers 4,5 and 6: she pulled off the little top she was wearing, reached around to undo the (matching) yellow bra, dropped it on the bureau beside her, tilted back to the bed -- her small tits illuminated by the moonlight -- to retrieve the top and drop it back over her head. Oh my fucking word but she looked gorgeous to me at that moment, sister or not. With that she jumped into bed and I turned back to my wall quickly. I was already wondering whether I could jack off with her in the room. It had been that kind of day.

After our 'good night's, I was waiting for Annie to drift off. I was lightly stroking my dick but didn't dare really go for it with her about 6 feet away. Amazingly, I must have fallen asleep first, because the next thing I knew she was calling my name.

"Jeff -- did you hear that?"

"Huh? Hear what?" I had been dreaming about Beth getting out of that car.

"That." I could hear the words but had no idea what she was talking about.

"What?"

"Them."

"Them who? We're by ourselves, Annie. We're all alone here."

"No you idiot, up here, by the vent. I can hear them through the wall."

My eyes opened. Annie was kneeling up on her bed pressed against the wall separating us from my dorm room. Above her head I could just make out an air vent in that wall. And below, her ass lit up by that Spring moon. And for the fourth or fifth time that day I was confronted by that image. I gave in. Her ass was fucking hot in those panties, more full and womanly that it had ever been in St Martin's. Round, feminine and so tempting. Her ass appeared to twitch and shimmy under the tight panties as she twisted her head up near the vent. And, yeah, I could almost think I could make out the image of her cunt as her body leaned in towards the vent. I registered that for the first time 'cunt' did seem to be the appropriate word. But hell if she was going to keep torturing me with these glimpses, then .......whatever! Her voice snapped me out of it.

"Oh my God -- they're about to do it. I can hear everything." Her voice was low and soft and kind of hissing to keep private, and somehow sounded very sexy in the shimmery dark/light of the dorm room. But what the hell was she talking about? I couldn't hear a thing.

"You mean they're fucking? Frank and Beth?"

"Not yet -- can't you hear it?"

I honestly couldn't. It was probably from an ear injury I had with a cherry bomb when I was 14. But she wanted me to hear. And I wanted whatever she wanted right that moment.

"Come over here -- you won't believe it."

Her voice in retrospect was already getting raspy. I hightailed it over to her bed, hopped aboard and pressed into the wall beside her, glancing down at her top from the side when I bent my good ear in towards the vent. Now I heard it:

I could hear Frank say "Get down on it girl," and from Beth some giggling.

"Yeah that's it -- suck it," followed by her faint slurping sounds.

"Oh yeah, get that pussy up here so I can finger you."

Beth hadn't said a word but it was pretty clear what her role in the little off stage drama was. I was beside Annie sporting a huge boner from seeing her body and from listening to Frank command Beth. I reached up to adjust the louvered vent and the sounds from their room became clearer and louder. Had fucking Bill been listening like this every time Frank or I -- well, obviously 90% Frank of course, had brought a girl back to our room? I'd have to worry about that later since now it was like being in the room with them as she gave him head.

We could hear Frank moving her again. "C'mere, get that top off so I can see your tits while you blow me."

Beth giggled again; we waited till they stripped her.

"Oh yeah honey. I liked those tits the minute I saw you."

Now we heard Beth, "Mmmmm your cock is like steel, it tastes so good."

Then Frank's voice, "Mmmmmmmm I'm liking that, yeah, go down deep."

There was a long quieter pause as we all waiting on Beth's cocksucking skills to have their effect. I had some experience of those skills myself and was confident Frank wouldn't last much longer than the 2 minutes it took her to have my seed erupting two years earlier. We could hear Frank gasping a bit, no doubt trying to prolong the bj before he let her taste his sperm. For the record, Beth did not let me cum in her mouth on that graduation night. My first jet that night had surprised her and bullseyed her chin, but the others had gone harmlessly into the palm of her hand. But, as I said it was two years later, and I knew immediately from the sounds in that room that Frank was going to make out better in that regard. That's when Annie touched my arm and leaned in to whisper.

"We have to be quiet -- they could hear us too. Is she still sucking him?" I looked again sideways at Annie in the moonlight and could see her nipples straining the thin fabric of her shirt. I looked down and saw her stomach and the thin panty material disappearing to a small 'V' at her crotch.

Whispering back, hoarse sounding in my own ears, I said "Yeah, she's totally blowing him." Now I glanced behind her at her ass. The moon was still doing its job of lighting her up from behind and the satiny material shimmered. It looked like her ass was doing a little dance in those panties. And without even knowing it, I started a slow massage of the small of her back with my hand, just making little circles, first over her top, then a bit lower so my hand was roaming from the top to the bare skin above her ass. Annie was still leaning in, and showing no sign of trouble at the hand action. When I realized what I was doing I pulled my hand away quickly so I wouldn't freak her out. 

Annie whispered again "I know that Beth blew you for graduation -- she told me." Now that was interesting and I would have loved to know more about how that story went down and whether Annie was pissed at me, at Beth, at us both or at no one.

But Frank was speaking over the top of Annie's voice, "Oh yeah, suck it slut -- gonna cum way down your throat." Annie let out a little groan -- or surprise or disgust I couldn't tell.

And then from Beth: "Mmmmm do it, fuck my mouth. Your cock is huge."

I glanced down and found my hand had already resumed -- all by itself! -- The circular motion over Anne's little top, over the small of her back. I felt my chest constrict and then watched as my hand dropped down further to her skin and then over the panties and I began caressing Annie's lovely ass. When I did that she looked at me quick, and then turned her head back to the wall. I kept circling her ass, getting more and more bold as we listened to Beth struggling to swallow Frank's cock through the vent. Then I had the full round of Annie's ass cupped in my hand. Anne was silent, her face turned from me. But she was letting me cup and knead her ass through the panties. I looked down at myself and saw an enormous erection pointing up and out at the wall as we knelt there together. Frank was breathing hard in the vent. I was watching my hand circle Annie's ass in the moonlight. Now Annie pressed her body into the wall and began grinding her pelvis against the hard surface. I took advantage and cupped her ass cheeks hard so there could be no mistaking what was happening. She turned her face to me, looking confused and lust ravaged.

Annie whispered "I'm so horny" and this time looked up at me with a face both pleading and worried. One look at her and I knew she was a goner. She should kiss that virginity good-bye although maybe it also occurred to me that I'd beat her there to kiss it plenty for her. My hand slipped down below her ass and I found the crotch of the panties and gently moved it aside. Just then Frank started up again and we were as focused on his blowjob as we were on the fact that my fingers were now riding along the lips of Annie's cunt. Frank started to explode.


Annie



"Oh fuck, fuck -- shit, suck deeper.....Fuck."

We heard Beth gagging and moaning through the vent.

Now my finger was inside just a little and Annie's pussy was sopping wet. We heard Frank cumming as my fingers slid up towards Annie's hard little clit. And then we were falling and I was on top of her. My right hand found her tit over the shirt and I was grinding myself now between her thighs. Her face was frantic with lust. I pushed my arms up to look down on her. But the play by play next door went on too.

Frank: "Swallow that, slut. Yeah good girl."

Beth: A pause, and then "Holy shit that was hot."

Frank: A big whoosh or air came out before he said "You give good head."

Beth: "But oh my God your cock, I thought I was going to drown in your cum."

We heard her laughing as I lay suspended above Annie. I saw Annie's knees kick apart just enough to accommodate me.

Beth: "What have you got to drink in here?"

We heard sounds of rummaging in the mini-fridge and after that what sounded like a slap on her ass. Then more giggles.

Frank: "Got a little more on your chin."

Beth laughed again, "Give it here. Waste not, want not."

I slid down Annie's body till my face was right at her cunt. The panties were stained with her juices when I kissed her clit through the yellow satin and lace. Now I was sliding them down. I looked up to Annie. She was resting on her elbows watching me, panting, her lips pursed hard with desire. I dove in and kissed her naked pussy for the first time and Annie started moaning.

I looked up and hissed "No noise! You said it!"

I saw her take a sheet and bite down on it and I went back below. We forgot about Frank and Beth for a moment. When I pushed myself back off her I could see Annie's cunt clearly in the moonlight. It was puffy, fat and slick, with fine blonde hairs parting to open her little pink cunt. It was bubbling juices. And I went back and licked them up. Those lips parted and I grabbed two handfuls of her ass to guide her pussy into my mouth. Eerie sounds came from her -- moans and gasps muffled in her mouth by the gag of the sheet she bit down on. My tongue lapped her slit from bottom to top and back again. Then I penetrated her with my tongue and licked her clit in circles.

I could hear her moaning softly, a steady "Oooooooh." I pulled her legs up a bit, making her cunt pouch open deeper. One finger entered the cunt (part of my brain registered: no cherry in there!) as I licked her clit and her body started shaking. I slowed to kiss her thighs while I finger fucked her deep and hard. I put a second finger inside her little slit and went back down to blow and suck the hard little clit. She was shaking and moaning, but keeping the blanket in her mouth to muffle it. I almost stopped to make her be quiet again but it was too good for both of us. Now I lapped again, tongue flat along the entire engorged slit, and alternated that with finger fucking her. She moaned hard but I could hear action across the wall.

Frank: "I like 'em all."

Beth: "Well doggie is nice."

Frank: "Yeah and I wanna watch that ass move while I fuck you. Get up."

About 2 seconds later we heard her saying "Oh my god I'm gonna cum already."

Frank: "Go ahead; we'll just have to make the little cunt cum again."

Now she was totally into it, moaning and begging.

Beth: "Oh...oh...oh... don't stop...fuck me...oh god fuck me."

I was eating Annie hard and she was cumming herself. I remember thinking that Annie and Beth had simultaneous orgasms that night. Annie was moaning and thrusting her cunt into my mouth. I fingered her under the pelvic bone once more and she exploded. It couldn't have mattered much with all the noise Beth was making next door. Panting like a dog from her cum -- both of them. And I was still eating her. I felt her hands in my hair as she slid her bottom away from my mouth. And her hand was over her cunt, blocking the sensitive bud there from any more stimulation. I collapsed up on her body. We listened.

Frank: "Want it pussy or mouth?"

Beth: "Cum in my mouth...I can't .... You know..."

We heard the sounds of rustling sheets and then:

Beth: "Uuuuuuuuuhhhhh, God damn that's good."

Frank gave out a small roar and then her:

Beth: "Oh shit, all over me. Oh my god you came all over my face." But it sounded like a pretty friendly complaint if you know what I mean.

Frank: "Fuck you look cute like that!"

So far I was the only one who had not cum, but my hard cock was threatening to explode right in the boxers. Annie's eyes were closed and she was still breathing hard. I jumped up, pulled down the boxers and went to her face with my cock. My cock seemed huge against her pretty face and hard as petrified wood. It was already drooling pre-cum on the bed sheet beside her. She was my sister and I knew it -- but right then she was a slut who was going to suck my cock. Her eyes opened. Then they opened wider. So did her mouth. I hopped on the bed, straddled her chest and fed the cock into her wet mouth and as far down her throat as an inexperienced cocksucker could handle. Annie's eyes were huge. I pressed in and fed her more cock. Annie was gagging and I was pressing in with my hips, whipping the cock up and down in her mouth fast, fucking her there. I didn't try to last; it would have been no use anyway. I was cumming in her mouth. I pulled out to let the head rest in her mouth while the jets of sperm boiled out of my aching balls into her wet pink mouth. Annie gagged and pushed her face to the side, popping the still spitting dick out of her mouth. It lay along the side of her face and I shot 3 more strands of cum along her cheek and up into her beautiful blonde hair.

I collapsed on the bed beside her. Annie moaned, her eyes watery now and almost closed. I studied the cum streaks on her face and hair and asked if she was all right. 'Yes." she said in a flat voice. I found my shirt on the floor and turned to wipe some of the cum off her face.

"Are you sure? Did you like it?"

But she turned to the wall and only said "I need to sleep now."

Oh shit! Now I figured she was really pissed. Had I really raped my sister's mouth? Cum in her mouth? Cum in her hair and on her face? Just like Frank had done to Beth! The difference was Beth was cooing and giggling as across the wall she did something to wipe her face, but Annie had turned in a heartbeat all stony, icy silent and it scared the piss out of me. Was she really that angry right after I'd made her cum hard with my mouth? I was only getting my turn after hearing three other people coming like faucets! Then my hand went under the covers and rubbed against her naked thigh and ass. Suddenly my hard on was back in action in a big way.

I spooned in beside her, feeling my cock on her naked butt, my face buried in her neck. She didn't seem to object so one hand snaked around her hip and up under the little top she wore. I felt her tits properly for the first time, the nipples stiff but still rubbery. I was gentle and massaged her tits softly till I could hear her drifting off. All this time she never said a word! Then I replayed the day in my head, amazed that my desire to protect Annie had lead somehow to all this. It was quiet next door and so I figured Beth and Frank were done for the night too.

The next thing I knew I was waking up, still snuggled up and holding Annie's small tit up under her shirt. Now I could feel my cock against her skin while I listened to her slow, rhythmic breathing. I knew I was going to do it then. There was nothing to feel guilty about given what everyone had experienced. And so I was going to fuck my little sister before the night was out. But I was cautious. She'd been through so much already and believe it or not I was concerned for her even while I was planning. Plus her strange silence after I came from the bj still made me a little nervous about what her reaction would be. The good thing was I knew she was on the pill -- prescribed almost a year ago when painful periods were bothering her. So her cunt was open to me, or would be. My cock was getting harder and harder against her thigh. 

Gently as I could I moved of the bed, tugging her hip gently to roll Annie on her back as I moved. The room had darkened, the moon probably behind clouds now. I had to see her body before I woke her to fuck. I got her on her back she was still sound asleep. I moved to the desk abutting the bed at her feet. There I found the spotlight lamp Bill used to study at his desk. I found the switch, pulling the lamp away from the direction of Annie's eyes. Then slowly I twisted the shade till the spotlight lit up her pussy. I knelt at the end of the bed, the lamplight going right over me, and inspected her cunt. Her pussy was no longer wet of course. I figured we'd both been out for a couple of hours at least. But the lips were still plump and delicious looking. And I could see the fine, soft pussy hair I'd only touched and licked earlier. It was a spare little forest fanning and feathering away from her slit -- blonde and fine and shining now in the light. I leaned in -- and the aroma of eaten pussy was still with us.

I wetted a finger in my mouth. Gently I ran it up the slit. She never moved. Then more spit on my finger went to paint her pussy. Still no movement. Finally I leaned over, inhaling her feminine essence and drooled a wad of saliva right over where I judged the lips had enclosed her clit. Now she was stirring. My fingers went to work lubing her sweet cunt with the spit, one finger plopping in to find some of her own moisture. Now she woke, groggy and questioning.

"Jeff, what? What are you...?"

"Sssshhhhhhh, we have to be quiet."

"But Jeff we already did this."

"I know Annie. Let's do it again? For me?"

"Jeff....." but her voice trailed off as I spoke over her:

"I know Annie, but this time I want all of you. I need all of you Annie!"

By now my finger was in her cunt, pulling moisture up and down the slit and finding the clit. The little red bugger woke up faster than Annie did and I swirled it and lathed it while we spoke. I bent in and licked her cunt, keeping the finger in her. Now she got into it and I felt her legs spread. I zoomed right over the clit, loving it totally with my mouth and tongue. She was starting to pant. My plan was to eat her till she came again and then to fuck her. But she got hot fast.

"Do it now, fuck me Jeff." My God had I heard that correctly? Well correct or not I was going to take her advice.

I stood and let the light shine on my hard cock and then back to her spread legs and cunt. A look of absolute lust washed over her. She lifted the little top in one motion over her head to be nude for me. And I lay down between her legs. My hand aligned the cockhead with the wet slit and I moved the head into her gently. I rubbed it inside up and down the slit, coating us both with her pussy juices which were suddenly running hard. I moved my hands over hers on the bed, holding her in place, as I thrust half way in. Annie winced and let out a small moan. But I kept it up -- pulled out a bit and rubbed the head inside the tight lips, and then pushed forward to fuck her a little deeper. I was pushing her knees up to open her slit wide and then I felt the head pop deeper inside her. She reached for her knees to hold them up and it must have tilted her cunt in at the perfect angle cause then I was totally inside her fucking and feeling my balls swing just under her cunt. I paused to bend my head down and suck each red nipple. Then I kissed her open mouth hard and stuck my tongue as deep in her as possible. When I did I felt her thrust her cunt forward on my cock. Hard moans were escaping from her. I took a hand and held it over her mouth while I rested on one arm above her.

Then I was fucking her in rhythm, banging her little pussy so hard she was sliding up the bed. Her head was hanging backwards over the side and I felt her cunt contract hard on my dick. My hand was holding back her muffled roars of pleasure when I started to cum in her. She was shaking under me, legs, body, arms head, as I exploded deep inside her, pushing my cock in as hard as it would go to get the sperm way up inside her. Then I was done, resting inside her and on her while she panted. My hand fell off her mouth when she was quiet enough and I slid down on her to suck her tits.

I heard her try to whisper "Do me more."

So my fingers went back inside and played with her clit. Her cunt was gorgeously swampy and I rubbed my wet sperm all over the hard, begging clit. Then I went down to watch her cunt as I played with her -- finger fucking her deep as she got closer. I had the urge to eat her then but backed off when I saw the big drops of my cum on her pussy, so I just finger fucked and watched her pussy. She took the sheet in her mouth again and heard her cry out. She was cumming for me again -- the sweet little tramp! 

I pulled her by the ankles to get her head and shoulders back up on the bed. Then I was beside her -- kissing her mouth and tits, my fingers still playing in her cunt. This time she didn't seem to have the sensitive bud problem that we all get -- male and female. And I swear I fingered her to 2 more orgasms with my mouth sucking her tits. Finally I was biting her small left boob, leaving marks that we would both see the next day. She came with the sheet in her mouth again and we collapsed -- over and out.

We were whispering:

I said, "Amazing."

"Ohhhhh-Myyyyyyy-Goddddddd! Better than amazing."

"Your pussy was ..... incredible."

"Me? Your cock is unbelievable -- I didn't know guys came that much."

I kissed her and said, "Talk about it -- you must have cum 3 or 4 times from fucking."

"At least -- laughs -- I must have lost count. Were we really loud?"

"I don't know -- maybe. But ....it was worth it."

She kissed me with her tongue deep in my mouth and moved my hand back between her thighs. I looked down and saw new lust in her eyes.

"You ready again?"

"I don't know -- maybe. I feel like such a slut -- but I'm kinda liking it." Then she laughed.

"You were. I mean better than a slut -- better than anyone I ever had. But did you ever.... You know -- before?"

"Not really -- not like this -- I never even really gave head before tonight."

"What do you mean by 'not really'?"

"Well I kissed and licked some -- but I ended up jerking him off because I was too afraid to blow him. And I never let him .... You know -- fuck me."

"Mmmmmmm nice to hear. So I was the first inside you?"

"Mmmm nice for me too. Of course you were!"

"You wore me out -- I can go more than two times usually -- but not more than two like that!

Annie was laughing. "So I really got you?"

"Jesus Annie -- your pussy is just so hot. I was afraid you wouldn't let me fuck you. Especially after you got so quiet after -- you know -- the blowjob."

"Well not fucking you occurred to me after you practically choked me with your cum." She laughed and then got serious. "I wasn't mad when I got quiet, just confused. It all happened so fast and I never -- I mean I know you never did either -- but I never planned this at all and ...And then I just passed out my body was on total overload." She kissed my cheek now and said "But when you woke me up eating my pussy again. After the first lick I knew I would let you, you know F-U-C-K me." We both laughed at her spelling game, one we were used to using when our little cousins came over and we had to behave.

"Good girl -- course maybe I just would have had to rape you otherwise."

She giggled and punched my arm. "No need Jeff, none at all. But on the other hand, that might be fun too."

I was so sleepy that now I thought I was passing out. But I needed to get one thing straight before either of us could sleep that night.

"I'm sleepy! And I gotta wake up really early tomorrow."

"Why?"

"To fuck you again before they get up."

A beautiful smile lit up her equally beautiful face. "Will you? Please? Pretty please? Will you really fuck me again?"

She looked up at me and we kissed hard, with one of my hands groping her small tits while the other pushed her ass hard into my crotch. Then there was one more thing.

Annie asked "Do you think they heard us? "

"Hard to say. We certainly had box seats -- haha! -- for their action."

"Yeah, my god what a slut she is. I mean I knew she was but I never imagined that!"

"Well you didn't do so bad yourself." She punched my arm again as I draped it over her naked body.

We went to sleep. We were both happy. We were both wondering if we were found out already. We never discussed it as incest, not even later, just as the best sex either of us could imagine. But of course it was incest. The sister I wanted to protect had just declared herself my slut -- and we had a date to fuck in the morning. Then we had three nights together after that. We would worry about Frank and Beth later.



Annie



Although some of the content is embellishment, combinations, or outright made up, most of the people, places, and situations in this tale are true. I am therefore telling it in the format of one of THOSE stories that you read here, where the author can only sit down for a little while at a time, releasing the information in multiple short posts.

I'll leave it up to the reader to decide what things did or did not happen.

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Annie

I was twelve when I first met her, the woman that I was certain at the time I would marry. It wasn't my first such proclamation, there had been others. But they had only been girls, those early childhood crushes. First was April, who in 1967 lived just up the street from me, but she only had eyes for Davy Jones, lead singer of the Monkees. Then was Lorri, whose long, silky blonde hair I could gaze at for hours, from my assigned seat behind her in the third grade.

This, however, was to be THE ONE. Straight, tall, and thin, yes, she was that. But it was her smile. As I watched her standing up at the altar, maid of honor at my oldest Missoula cousin's wedding, I would see only that smile. She stood up in the front of the church, next to her very best friend, and I missed most of what was going on as I gazed upon her.

I kept her in sight all through the ceremony, planning out how I would ask her to dance at the reception, sweep her off her feet with my charm. I would convince her to wait for me to grow old enough so that we could run off together. But it turned out that there was a completely separate party for the youngest of us, back at the house. Away from the adults. My family drove back home to eastern Washington the next day, and I didn't see her again for quite some time after that.

Not until nine years later in fact, when in 1980 I was once more back in Missoula at another cousin's wedding. This time I had driven myself three hundred miles from my latest landing place in Gardiner to be there. I had told my parents that I would represent the family for them, but I was wondering on the entire drive if SHE had been invited too, my mind resurrecting those dim memories of another wedding long before. I had never forgotten her.

Sure enough, there she was, sitting all by herself towards the back on the groom's side, with nothing but open seats all around her. She looked absolutely lovely in a long skirt and summer blouse, waves of dark black hair surrounding her face, just as I had remembered her from so many years ago. 

I slid into the one on her left, asking "Is this one taken?" She threw me a sharp, questioning look, her eyes narrowed, then glanced at all the empty chairs around us. I ignored all of that, putting out my hand instead, telling her that we had met before and where. It was all true of course, so she relaxed and we started talking while we waited for things to get started.

"I can't believe that I don't remember you." she said at one point.

"That's because we never got to dance the last time." I replied. "If we'd danced then, I would never have let you go again."

Her eyes went wide then, her head turning to look at me more closely. "You look awfully young." she said, searching my face for something.

"I really do." I shrugged. "It's a curse."

I watched her intently as she seemed to think about this for a moment, then come to a decision, leaving that behind. The conversation continued. I can't remember what all we talked about, although her life for the past nine years was part of it.

"Maybe if I'd danced with you first that night, before Greg," she said at one point, "I wouldn't have married him and wasted five years of my life."

We went on and on like this, first just looking at each other, then both feeling the need to touch, then more. As we spoke, I would catch brief, sudden glimpses of her body beneath her blouse, as her movements would sometimes open up the tiny gaps between her buttons, or widen the one at the top where those same buttons stopped. 

Before I knew it, I had missed another cousin's wedding vows because of her.

The rest of that event was a blur, although I do remember my Aunt giving me a number of very pointed looks, and one of my cousins taking my new date up a nearby hill for a few minutes of a private talk. With the late afternoon sun just behind the two, that light summer dress became almost invisible, a fact that I took every advantage to observe. After a rather animated discussion, including many looks in my direction, she came back to my side, leaning her mouth down close to my ear, looking directly at my cousin as she did so.

"Take me home." was all that she said. 

We took her car, and we didn't speak again for a full half hour, not until she had pulled up in front of a small house. After she turned off the car, she turned and looked straight into my eyes, searching for something.

Then she finally asked her question. "Lynne's not kidding, is she? You're only twenty one?"

I didn't answer her. I only took both of her soft hands in my own, looking once more into her face. We sat like that for a while, each studying the other's eyes for, something.

She spoke again, a question, but not a question. "At least tell me that I won't be your first."

Once again, I did not answer.

Finally, she turned away, reaching over to open her door. "I'm going to hell for this." she whispered, more to herself than to me. As her door began to open, she said, "Come on in. We might as well go there together."

We went into of her house, its darkness a contrast to the bright sunshine outside. I watched her body move under the thin summer outfit, long legs scissoring back and forth, leading up to a rounded ass. She closed the door quickly behind us, then began to nervously pace around the room, running her fingers through her hair as she did so.

As if she suddenly remembered my presence, she stopped and looked up at me, saying "I need a drink. Are you thirsty? Go get me some wine or something." Looking me over once again, she let out a sound of frustration before going into a back room.

I searched her kitchen, but was unable to find any wine. I did come across a bottle of Jack Daniel's though. Pouring into two tumblers, I quickly emptied mine, then refilled it and carried both with me while I waited for her to return. 

While waiting, I looked around the tiny, cluttered house. On one wall were pictures, most with her in them. In one, a much younger version of her sitting on a horse, my oldest cousin on a second horse beside her. It appeared that she had three brothers. Big, quiet, Montana men, the kind that probably didn't look too kindly on having their sister taken advantage of.

It was then that I noticed the highly reflective glass covering a picture of her with a man. Or more accurately the reflection in the glass, as in it I had a pretty clear view through the slightly open door and into her bedroom. She was changing her clothes. Already down to her bra and panties, I could see almost her entire body at last, covered only in those two lacy items of clothing. 

The view was not good enough for me to make out too many details, although I could see well enough when she removed the bra. The curves of her ass, cradled in those thin lace panties, held my interest just as much as the much smaller breasts, each lifted up by their own stretch of cloth and lace. Reaching her hands behind her back, she expertly undid first one clasp, then another... 

I gasped as her naked breasts came into my view for the first time. Large pink nipples tipped her small, firm tits. I had been stealing glimpses of those inside of her blouse all day, but seeing them in their entirety made me instantly hard. They were not at all large, those beautiful breasts, but were instead just right, as Bob Seiger would say, "way up firm and high."

These were my first real naked breasts, and I was not at all disappointed by the fact that I only saw their reflection. Soon enough, I imagined, I would be seeing them first hand.

She must have heard my gasp, because she turned her face my way to see what I was doing. I was glad now about the lack of a detailed view, perhaps she wouldn't be able to tell that I had been watching her. My heart racing, I held my breath, hoping that she would not discover my invasion of her privacy. As she held one arm strategically across her bared chest, we each watched the other like that for what seemed like a long time, then, slowly shaking her head, she moved further into the bedroom, out of my narrow line of sight.

I had to sit down then, plopping myself down in a big overstuffed chair, my back to the bedroom, and taking a big drink from my glass. I sat that way for a few minutes, wondering if I was about to get thrown out of her house.

"That's Greg." she said from behind me.

"Huh?" I replied. I'm known for my witty banter.

"Greg." she said again. "The asshole." she added. Looking into my face as she reached down and took her drink from me, she must have read the confusion in my face.

"The picture that you were staring at," she said, throwing back her entire drink in one gulp, "was of me and Greg, my ex husband. I keep it there to remind myself of just how bad life can be." 

Glancing over at the picture, she said "Wasn't that what you were wondering? You were looking at it for quite a while." 

She leaned down, so that one hand was on each arm of my chair, and her face was up close to mine. Nodding to her empty glass, she added with a smile "Get me another."

As my gaze moved from her face to the empty glass, I couldn't miss the sights on the way. She had changed clothes all right. No longer wearing the light, frilly summer dress from earlier, the delicate white sandals, the lacy items under it all. She had now donned a scoop-necked light pink t-shirt and a pair of cut-offs with the top two buttons undone. No bra this time. The shirt was loose enough, and the neckline was low enough, that in that gap I could see down to the open buttons on her cut-offs, the lacy tops of the panties that I had seen reflected before, and much, much more above them.

So firm were they that they did not so hang from her chest, they simply descended, soft twin cones of tan, and white, and pink. Unable to tear my eyes away, I could feel myself growing hard again. She had to have noticed that, for as I was looking down her shirt, her face was right above mine, looking down at me. She finally placed her hand under my chin, tilting my head back so that all I could see was her deep brown eyes.

"We'll get to that." she said, pushing her glass into my hand, then lifting herself up from the chair arm. "For now though, I would dearly love another drink."

Taking the glass, I tried to do just that, but she remained right in front of me, so close that our bodies touched when I stood up. One arm went around my neck, one went down to my very evident hardness, alternately squeezing and stroking it through the light dress pants that I had put on that morning in preparation for a wedding. A little pressure on my neck, and I was feeling those soft cones pressing against my chest, our skin separated only by two layers of fabric. 

Before I could begin to enjoy that feeling though, her mouth suddenly covered mine, her tongue driving between my lips, tasting me. On an unexpected sensory overload, I could not concentrate on any one thing, her strong hand, her soft breasts, her probing tongue. I was so overwhelmed that the thought of using my own hands on her didn't even occur to me.

At least I began to return the kiss though.

As suddenly as it had begun though, it was over. Releasing my member as well as my neck, her hands moved between us, now pushing herself off of my body. Licking her lips, she cocked her head and smiled widely at me. 

"You'll do." she said, stepping back even more now. "But first..." she trailed off, tilting her head towards the kitchen.

I got the hint, and, downing my second drink in just the way she had done her first, went to refill both glasses.

I needed to collect myself, to think about what was going on, so I took my time getting the drinks refilled. Turning around to face her once again, I noticed that she was staring at the picture. 

The one that I had been watching her reflection in earlier.

Oh crap, I thought. She can see it. I had been found out. I took a deep breath, and handed her the glass.

"You can see a lot in this picture, can't you?." she said, taking the drink, looking straight at me. Certain that the next thing to come out of her mouth would be about me watching her undress, I simply nodded.

Then she seemed to change the subject. "I was twenty-five when we got married." she said. "That was eight years ago." She turned to look at the picture once again, lost in her thoughts.

"Am I what you've been dreaming about all those years?" she asked, almost absently. "A used car, old, discarded, left in the back field to let the grass grow all around me?"

She wasn't making any sense now, or at least I was lost. I did what came to me instinctively though, walking up behind her, and surrounding her with my arms.

"What could I possibly have that you would want?" she wailed. "My hair is too black, my boobs are too small, and my butt is too big!" 

"Young guys want blue-eyed, busty blondes, not an old, lumpy, string bean like me!" She began to sob, leaning back against my chest.

I suddenly got it.

"That's what he used to tell you, wasn't it?" I asked her, slowly rubbing my hands up and down her arms.

After a moment's pause, she nodded.

Continuing with my moving hands, now reaching her shoulders too, I said, "He must have said it a lot." Taking a chance, I added, "Especially after he started cheating on you?"

Another pause, she began to say something, then, just another nod.

I put my drink down on the mantle, next to his picture, then took hers and placed it beside mine. We did not need them anymore.

The fresh scent of her long, buoyant hair in my nostrils, my hands resumed their travels along the outsides of her arms, their downward paths now reaching her hips. I made the decision. It was now or never, and I would have to be the one who started.

So, the next time my hands traveled up, they were on the fronts of her arms. After that, I was brushing ribs with fingertips, hands moving inward with each upward path, until I came to the beginnings of an outward swell, and I paused...

Her body tensed at that contact, she pushed her back hard against me. It would have been difficult for her not to feel the firm rod now resting against her back, nestled between the rounded, denim-covered hills to each side.

I waited to see what she would do next, each hand just touching the sides of a breast, my hardness surrounded on either side by her bottom. 

She waited with held breath for a moment as well, until finally realizing that I was asking, not taking. In silent reply, her trembling hands slowly rose to cover mine, moving them inward just enough to completely cover her, squeezing her fingers into mine so that they formed cups, cups that held only her. At the same time, she moved her hips, first to one side, then the other, finally back to the center. The motions sent jolts of pleasure along the length of my member, as her soft curves rolled me underneath.

Her hands retreated then, leaving mine still in place, still covering her breasts, able to feel their soft, silky texture, the gradually stiffening points beneath. In this dance that we were doing, her meaning was clear to me.

It was my move again.

For some people, their first time was in the back seat of a car, or in a cheap hotel, maybe in a bed at their parent's house when older ones were away. For me, it was on the floor of that cool, dark living room, hearing every sound from outside. Singing birds, distant lawn mowers, a bouncing basketball down the street. And from inside as well, the sound of hardness plunging into wetness over and over, of deep breaths in, then out. Cries from us both, as we began to climb to a mutual peak, pleasing each other in ways that I had only dreamed of until then. 

I felt myself slide inside of a woman's body that day, a feeling completely unlike any other. Sinking into the heat, the wet, silky channel, the welcoming suction, giving a feeling that you belong that way forever. My length slowly traveled in, then out, bumps and folds inside brushing across the sensitive head of my cock. Skin against skin, our legs sliding across each other, our hips meeting, then retreating. 

So many places there to hold, to rub. Places that no woman had ever let me touch before, firm, soft, naked breasts, the full cheeks of her ass, the smooth skin of her stomach giving way on one end to solid hips, on the other to hard ribs. Running my fingers along the outside of her sex, thin walls drawn inside of her as I slid in, bulging back out on the return. 

My first feel of the sensitive button at the top of those same lips, the tiny nub, wet with her juices. I learned to alter angles to change feeling, each different direction providing contact in its own way. 

I felt a woman shudder and shake in ecstasy for the first time, feeling from the inside as her muscles clamped tightly around me, holding me deep, pulling me deeper. From the outside as her chest heaved against mine, stiff nipples sliding and jiggling against my skin. I kept driving myself into her, even through that, looking straight into her glazed eyes while I kept pounding, pushing until at last...

So many firsts. So much to learn, and an eager partner, willing to teach me. I remember lying on my back looking up, my hands caressing her breasts and letting her do all the work, watching the expressions cross her face as she slowly ground herself onto me. We were both exhausted at this point, the slow, gentle rocking of her body on mine was as much as either of us could manage. Her bed was a shredded mess beneath me.

Tiny whines came from her as she rocked back and forth. Moving both hands off of her breasts, I ran my fingers across her legs, her thighs, her belly, reaching back to grab her cheeks and pull her more deeply on, to me pull me more deeply in. There were so many juices that we couldn't seem to get enough friction between us.

She finally collapsed on top of me, too tired even to roll off, our bodies still joined as I rolled us onto our sides before we both fell instantly asleep.

We did so much more over the weekend that I lost count of how many times, and ways, and places we pleasured each other, she on top, me on top. On the bed, the couch, the kitchen floor. Face to face and from behind. On our knees, on our backs, even standing, holding her legs up and apart while pounding in with all of my fury. 

More than once I tasted my juices mixed with hers as they poured back out of her, my face buried between her legs, my tongue between her folds, licking her to still another peak. Sucking her hole clean, only to return soon after with another harder, longer tool, filling her with my seed once again.

We took breaks to eat, sometimes to sleep, only leaving the house once to retrieve my car.

It was after twelve on Sunday night when I finally forced myself from her arms. I had 300 miles of driving to do in order to be at work by eight.



Annie



NOTE: This one is light on sex, more about relationships.

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MOM

A police patrol picked up Annie French well after midnight drunk, smoking some sort of 'weed' that didn't appear to be cannabis and took her into custody for her own safety. The holding charge was vagrancy because she couldn't remember where she lived but the charge would not stick in court because she had almost $400 bucks in her wallet in the back pocket of her jeans.

Annie was released early next morning and told to go home and behave.

"Where have you been you slut?" barked her mom, looking at the disheveled 24-year old blonde with baby blue eyes.

"Oh Deborah and I had a few drinks after a movie and I stayed at her place."

"I don't believe you. I'm calling Deborah's mom."

"Fine, here's Mrs Walter's house phone number," Annie said, hauling out her library card from her wallet and staring her mom in the eye.

Carol was duped. "All right but get into the shower and tidy up. You have that interview with Mrs Crowley early this morning.

"Oh shit, thanks for reminding me. Black coffee please."

"What did you just say?"

"Black coffee. I said please."

Carol sighed. "Here sip this Gatorade slowly while I dissolve two Berocca for you and then I want you to eat this banana."

"You know I don't eat bananas," Annie said with a sense of futility, expecting her mom would win this one.

"Annie!"

""Okay mom who shall be obeyed."

"Right and I want you to walk to the interview as that will help to disperse your hangover. Phone when it's finished and I'll drive over and get you."

Two and a half hours later Carol collected her daughter and they went to the mall for early lunch.

"That stupid bitch grilled me for an hour while several applicants were out in five to ten minutes."

"As a successful novelist Hannah Crowley is certainly not stupid and judging by her popularity as a professional speaker and all-round celebrity she's unlikely to act like a bitch.

"Well whatever."

"And what does that mean young lady?"

"It's an answer you interpret to your satisfaction. Is your daughter becoming too clever for you mother?"

"Bite the hand that feeds you darling and you'll learn who's the stupid bitch."

"Oh are we having one of those forgettable lunches. Anyway dad will dispense cash my way till I get employment if funding from you dries up."

"You father will not do that without getting my approval first."

Annie looked out of the window and smiled. Her father had generously supported her excesses financially during her final eighteen months at university when completing a master in administration. Jack began funding her after Annie had arrived home unexpectedly to find him plowing her mom's sister in the pool dressing room. Annie had raced to the dressing room thinking their cat was cornered by a pack of rats or whatever only to find her father was the rat and the screamer was Aunt Judith. 

God the size of her dad's dick had made Annie feel faint. She later negotiated a great deal but unfortunately to get it had to agree the financial support stopped when she graduated and at that point the unfortunately incident would be regarded as dead and buried. Annie still had the occasional nightmare dreaming about the size of her dad's erection. Her mom's ability to deal with that monster really impressed her.

Carol had given her daughter a lovely little navy blue dress and with Annie opening the bag and holding up the dress and saying her mom was so generous to buy something so beautiful for her difficult to live with daughter, made the startling announcement: "Hannah Crowley interviewed you for an hour because she thinks you are the one."

"That's flying a kite; you can't be sure of that. What if she interviewed someone for two hours?"

"Did she?"

"Fuck mom, how would I know that?"

"Apologize to me young lady."

"What for?" Annie said, trying to stare her mom down.

Carol was a redhead with freckles. Her top lip pulled back; the veins in her neck bulged and she pushed her jaw forward. That frightened Annie.

Her phone went.

"Answer your phone you young bitch," hissed her mom. "It will be Mrs Crowley."

Voice quavering, Annie said it was Annie French speaking.

"Dear Annie, it's Hannah. I've had a big think about you. I wish to make you two offers. The first is as we discussed. You work for me on weekdays, eight hours a day, administering my business affairs for a salary of $26,000. Alternatively, you come and live with me and work longer hours, administering my business affairs and being my social secretary and accompanying me to many of my social and speaking engagements and managing my contracts with people who do research for me and dealing with my publisher's minions but I'll continue to deal with my publisher."

"That sounds attractive."

"For that I'd pay you a salary of $48,000."

"The hours would destroy my social life."

"Darling do you really have a social life? You've been away to university and many of your old friends will have flown or have gone out of circulation following marriage."

"That may have happened to you Hannah but I have reconnected to about twenty of my old friends with about forty still to search out."

"So what do you want to be compensated?"

"A salary of $60,000, you to maintain my wardrobe and grooming to the level you require and at your expenses and a year's contract in return for me giving up my life for a year to be at your beck and call."

"That's too much."

"The find someone else," said Annie, and then stopped talking.

Eventually Hannah said, "Why didn't you cut the call?"

"Because I knew you'd buckle."

"Cheeky bitch but that's one of the things that drew me to you; you have a hard edge and appear to know what you're about."

"Might we get on with it? I'm lunching we my mother and she's talking about her lovers."

Annie was relieved to see her mom smile and exhibit no aggression.

Hannah said, "Well I've never thought of making my heroine's mother THAT interesting. Thanks for the prompt."

"So can you afford me at my terms?"

"Yes you have a deal. In fact I believe you'll stimulate me into becoming more productive and exciting as a writer. You see I'll have access to your mind, you being a generation younger than me."

"Yeah, I think I see what you are on about."

"Be at my city office at 11:00 tomorrow. My attorney will be there with the draft contract for you to take away to have your attorney peruse it."

"Keep it simple and I won't have to pay for something I can do for myself."

"Well in that case let's meet at Walter's at 12:30 and we'll sign over lunch."

"Can you be sure of getting a table at this short notice."

"Darling, I am Hannah Crowley who also happens to be wife of celebrity attorney Joseph Crowley."

"Oh the big name pushers who squeeze little folk like me out of restaurants?"

""Beautifully expressed darling. I made a note of that comment. You are earning your keep already."

"Bye Hannah and don't keep me waiting tomorrow."

Hannah laughed. "Oh darling, you are so refreshing and please don't allow me to squash your rebellious spirit. Bye."

Carol said, "So you'll be moving out?"

"Yes."

"Will Hannah Crowley really pay you $60,000 to be available to her at all hours?"

"Yes."

"But you have very little work experience behind you."

"Part of her reasons for hiring me is to be her role model of a younger woman, the age of her heroines."

"What skills of knowledge do you have to be her adviser?"

"Mom have you had group sex, been gang-ganged, had your drink spiked, spent a night in jail, had anal sex, been high on dope, had cat-fights, had sex with your boyfriends' dads and sisters?"

"No of course not. God how revolting."

"I have experienced many of those things mother although I'm not identifying which ones. Please understand my generation of women has done things your generation would have never dreamed of doing."

"Well all I can say darling is I hope you don't disgust Mrs Crowley. I looked up the dust jacket of one of her novels I have, 'Sex Mad Lizzy' and she'll be about forty-eight now."

"Yes, I think that would be right. She mentioned her husband was her senior by twelve years."

HANNAH

Now curly blonde and chic after being to the hairdresser and wearing a new stylish top over her ancient Levis and last season's brown ankle boots, Annie's breath caught as she sighted the mini mansion amid eight acres of pastureland near the edge of the city limits.

"This is a very handsome house ma'am," said the cabbie.

"Yes I'm a house guest," Annie said, alerting the big guy not to expect a big tip. That warning proved unnecessary because Hannah emerged from the entrance and paid the cabbie who looked pleased.

Annie was introduced to Gretchen the house manager and Hannah led her into the house, leaving Gretchen to handle the two travel bags and six cartons of other possessions.

"This is an amazing house," Annie said in awe, taking in the huge chandelier in the entrance hall. 

"It's a house," Hannah said, all but yawning. "My great hope is you are about to liven up things round here."

"Um these old jeans..."

"Wear anything you wish, even run around nude for all I care but watch out for my husband. He's so gross he almost has sex with anything that moves and I don't excluded animals."

Annie swallowed and said she would not be provocative.

"Just keep away from him and stick to me dear."

God was the forty-eight-year-old implying she was gay? Annie swallowed hugely, thinking of the humiliation is being groped by an old woman of forty-eight even if she were lean and good looking as Hannah. Beneath the clothes her skin would be like leather... oh yuk.

As they walked up the wide staircase and reached the mid-landing where the stairs split to run in the other direction, Annie was told, "This stairway to the left with 'Hers" embroidered on the carpet leads to my quarters and the other leads to the guest rooms and to his quarters, his being my husband Joseph. He pays for sex and often has women living her with him for short runs and if they appeal to me they are invited to live and eat with us."

"Do you still have sex with your husband?"

Hannah smiled. "I was hoping you'd have the courage to ask me that. Yes I occasionally visit him to remind myself he is my husband in every way and his wealth is responsible for my establishment and rise as an author. My career was barely providing me with subsidence living when I met him at a book launch and he told me I was the woman he had been looking for to replace his last wife. I of course was flattered and gave him what he wanted but mistakenly thought the line about being the right woman was simply a line to get beyond my pants."

"So you do have sex with males."

"Yes dear, I'm not prudent. I'm aware you are very sexually active."

Hannah saw the startled look and said, "Darling you don't think I'd engage you without knowing everything about you. For example, Gloria Shanks told me you were basically honest, very dependable and her brother had described sex with you was memorable, quite the best he'd had."

"Gloria," Annie said, 'but she's now married and living with her husband, a diplomatic official, in Eire at present."

"Yes but my employment agency tracked her down for me. I wish I had loyal friends like Gloria. I really had to screw that last bit of information from her."

"Well Glory-girl never was diplomatic."'

They laughed.

Every one was expected to dress for dinner every night. Joseph appeared for drinks with a stunning redhead named Kitty attached to his arm. Hannah introduced Annie as her business manager and social secretary and ignored Kitty. Joseph ran a speculative gaze over Annie and appeared to nod approvingly

"Welcome to Hampton Meadows Annie," he said, this is Kitty my ah..."

"Social secretary," Kitty said, holding out a hand for Annie to shake.

Omigod, Annie thought. She'd read her mother's copy of 'Sex Mad Lizzy' and realized the description of Clancy Manor somewhere in Kentucky was actually this property and the description of Lizzy's adulterous father matched the facial features of Joseph and Lizzy was probably based on the sexy bitch Hannah's husband was rutting at the time. But probably Hannah was running low on creative powers for settings and plot and had engaged Annie to be the centerpiece of the next novel and that would be based on a tumultuous sexual relationship between two women.

Annie, feeling rather excited, looked across at Hannah who smiled and her lips parted slightly. Annie's heart pounded.

After the first drink and leaving Joseph staring at Kitty's tits while she talked about women's fashion, Hannah took Annie to the kitchen to meet 'Cook', the aged Miss Aitkin and Molly, a college student who assisted Cook with evening meals and served and cleared away.

As Hannah and Annie walked upstairs Annie remembered the bubbling spa she'd seen in Hannah's bathroom. She took Hannah's hand and said softly, "Shall we have a spa bath together?"

"Look dear, I think we should keep our relationship more formal don't you? I have my valuable public reputation to protect."

"Oh yes. You're not gay are you?""

Hannah was horrified. "Good heavens no, whatever gave you that idea?"

"Oh it was just something someone said," Annie said vaguely and Hannah demanded the name of the 'fucking slanderous bitch'.

"It was a woman in black in a coffee shop."

"What coffee shop?"

"Um a Starbucks from memory. They attract expressive clientele don't you think?"

"I wouldn't know. I only go to places serving real coffee."

Whew, thought Annie. That was a close one, almost brawling with her boss on day one.

Hannah stopped at the doorway to her suite and called," Oh Annie I almost forgot to tell you. Please remember I am recording our conversations and am likely to use extracts in my new novel, without acknowledgements of course. This is a secret just between we two. I need to spice up and modernize language in my writing as will benefit by having you as my associate."

"I'm fine with that Hannah."

* * *

Three months later, when Joseph was away at a law convention with his PA who posed as his wife, a Mustang arrived at the front entrance of Hampton Meadows Manor.

"Gee this place looks swell," said the beefy six foot six guy.

"Indeed Jerry. Just be relaxed when you enter," Annie said kissing him, "Please don't be lewd or say things that make you sound ignorant."

"That doesn't leave me with much scope."

"Jerry that's rubbish. Just be your usual charming and attentive self and be gentle and understanding later because until now Hannah only has sex with guys she knows. I operate the microphone to pick up her conversation with her lovers and it's part of my duties to edit extracts from the recordings and file the sound clips for her to listen to and consider what she uses for dialogue between selected characters in her draft novel. She will allow you to be as lewd as you wish in conversation and when you two get down to sex I'd like you to be bawdy because that will make her excited and fill her head with ideas."

"Why does she want to fill her head with ideas when she should be concentrating on fucking?"

"A good point Jerry but remember women don't think on only one channel like men."

"Oh yeah?"

Hannah looked nervously at being introduced with Jerry towering over her but he put her to ease saying as if in admiration, "You are a swell looker Hannah...um if that's an appropriate comment to make to a married woman who is a famous author."

"That was a lovely thing to say to me," Hannah said, toughing his arm slightly. "You can repeat that compliment as much as you like."

"You are a swell looker Hannah..."

"Twice is probably sufficient for now," Annie smiled.

"Oh yeah right."

Dinner was hilarious with Jerry acting the clown and making out he'd never eaten with a knife and fork. At times Miss Aitkin came to the dinning room door to listen to Jerry's obviously foolishness.

In the bathroom Hannah looked at Jerry wide-eyed at his exposed his erection and then waggled it against her thigh.

Annie, watching the couple in one of the six monitors, each attached to a video camera, had chosen Jerry for this performance because he was long but not excessively wide and had great stamina and could come multiple times. 

Hannah was the first to fully undress and having to remove her own panties with shaking hands said, "Hug and kiss me Jerry."

Having Jerry's dick pressed against her and his tongue deep into her mouth calmed Hannah and they were away, she squealing as Jerry lifted her and lowered her over the side.

"Sit on my dick Hannah facing away from me and bouncing while I tell you what I'd like to do to you after this introductory fuck. I'm a bull so don't expect to get me off quickly and when I do fire there will be plenty of repeats available."

"Oh Jerry, you make me melt talking to me in the manner you do."

Later Hannah leaned over the edge of the bath and Jerry plowed her into a shrieking jelly. 

"Christ you fuck good Hannah but it will it be great being in a tight cunt again." 

"Jerry you insulting asshole," Hannah shrieked. "Stop fucking me and get out of my home you crude man."

Jerry pulled out and spun Hannah around and filled her mouth with dick to shut her up.

Hannah was unable to resist and went to work on him.

Hannah refused to have anal, paid Jerry and called Annie to show him out.

When Annie returned she found Hannah looking at the unedited take.

She was shaking.

"God that Jerry extracted more sex from me that any guy I've had," she said weakly.

"Come on," Annie said to the near-exhausted Hannah. "I'm putting you to bed. You can look at the video tomorrow after I've edited out the crap and converted it into a movie you can run on your laptop. I agree it was the best fucking session I've seen you engaged in and we'll have some magnificent voice clips."

"Yes tomorrow ill be fine, Hannah yawned. "I'll probably sleep through to lunchtime. You didn't pick up that awful thing he said about the size of me did you?"

"No Hannah. What did he say?"

"Thanks for lying to me darling."

* * *

Annie's quarters were the second bedroom suite, quite hotelish in design with entry into a lounge that extended to a breakfast area containing a bar and kitchenette. Entry to the bedroom was via a dressing room and then into a bathroom with a door leading off to the left to a big bedroom that received great views of sunsets across the fields. 

Hannah' dressing room and bathroom were larger and went parallel to Annie's lounge that only had windows at one end and Hannah's huge bedroom received the sunrise over woods. She usually wrote only to lunch time, sometimes starting as early as 3 a.m. She often slept after lunch.

Annie poured a wine and went on to the Internet. Hannah had decided her heroine's father would be a professor who headed a department of physics at a university so required Annie to do the research and build a profile for such a man and to find if he would have access to women for promiscuous behavior in his work environment. She'd already produced a lengthy profile suitable for the hero who was a contracts manager for a construction company and another profile on the heroine who possessed a master's degree in invertebrate zoology who worked fulltime as a trainer for bored matrons wishing to be pre-prepared for yoga classes prior to enrolling.

She stopped just before midnight and went to bed for a session with her vibrator and recalled some of the scenes she'd seen from earlier that evening when Hannah engaged in sex with Jerry.

Annie was up early and as arranged took Hannah's Buick into the village for servicing at 9:00. The mechanic said he'd take her home and return the vehicle at 11:00 but she said she would window] shop and have coffee and return at 11:00.




Annie



She did that and returned to the service department where the mechanic, a red-headed guy called Kevin told her to jump in, that he was just about to take the vehicle on a test drive.

"You're sexy," she grinned as he adjusted his seat.

"I usually test drive along the river," he lied.

"Do you have condoms?"

That really startled Kevin who apparently had thought he'd have a lot more work to do before he had a chance of getting a leg over.

"Yeah baby."

"Then off we go and don't touch me until you get those overalls off."

"I'm not wearing anything beneath them."

"That's okay but take them off before you touch me."

"Um perhaps we won't go down to Lover's Drive."

"Kevin it's a month since I've had a fuck and need one badly. Please don't let me down."

"Promise me you're not a cop."

"Christ Kevin, do I look like a cop?"

"Yeah I think so."

Annie sighed and said she wasn't. "I promise I've not a cop Kevin."

"Good," he said, driving off enthusiastically.

Annie drove home reasonably satisfied. Kevin had been clumsy, the multi-colored condom he produced looked like something a circus clown would put over his erection to avoid offending the public. Kevin climaxed after two minutes complaining she'd worked her cunt muscles too tightly and Annie had protested asking what else did he expect him to do, pretend she was dead? He managed to laugh and had retained his erection so Annie drove him hard until he finally got her off.

"Gee my girlfriend won't believe me when I tell her I fucked this gorgeous blonde until my eyes almost popped from their sockets."

"You won't have a girl friend if you mention one thing about this."

"Oh yeah, I never thought about that."

"And if you tell anyone at the service center what you have just done to me guess who will insist on taking me for the test drive next time I call?"

"Everyone?"

"No you fool; the head mechanic."

"Oh yeah."

At that, Annie knew she'd have to find an intelligent and well-educated guy to service her need whenever she felt horny. Perhaps once every few days would suffice.

MALCOLM

Annie had already struck up something of a friendship with Molly the university student who assisted Cook. The next time they were talking Annie complained she rarely got out to enjoy the company of a male.

"You mean you are missing sex?"

"Oh yes Molly, that's exactly it."

"I ought to tell my brother about you. He; says he's too busy for girls and the skunk tried to hit on me three times, his excuse being he was excessively horny."

"Your younger brother?"

"No my brother is your age, twenty-four. He works in office management and is studying online for his MBA. Actually with the tight lives you both lead could mean you'll be well suited from the point of schedules. Do you want to meet him?"

"Yes."

"Then what about Saturday night after I finish in the kitchen. I'll get him to come and pick me up instead of mom and ask him to take me for a drink. As we are leaving I'll see you and yell do you want to come for a drink with us and then everything will unfold."

"Yes why not? And later you'll say you're going home and if your brother..."

"Malcolm."

"And if Malcolm is interested in me he'll say stay for another drink and then I'll do what I have to do to ignite a relationship."

"Yes, but don't take him for granted. He'll expect you to be a real woman, not a village slut."

"Oh fine, thanks for the tip."

Molly said anxiously, "I wasn't suggesting you were a slut."

"Of course you weren't. Look please say nothing about intent to him. I'll just work him along until he thinks it's his suggestion, I mean if we get that far. I really think it's worth a try."

On Saturday in twilight Annie waked out of the main entrance when a blue car came around the corner on the driveway to the kitchen and stopped and Molly leaned out of the window and called, "Hi Annie, what's doing?

"TV is boring so I'm going for a walk."

"My brother and I are going to a bar. Why don't you join us?"

"That sounds tempting... are you sure that's okay?"

"Malcolm apparently likes what he can see of you. He grinned and said why not."

"Wait a moment while I grab a jacket and my handbag."

Done, she thought as she hurried off. It was accomplished so easily and without embarrassment, um that was providing Molly had told her brother nothing about this attempted set-up.

Two hours later Molly yawned and said it was time she was in bed.

She stood at looked at her brother expectantly.

Annie crossed her fingers on the hand out of sight on her lap.

Malcolm said right and stood, looking at Annie who remained seated. He looked at his sister and said, "Annie looks set for another drink. Here's ten bucks, get a cab."

"Fine you won't be tired either."

"Yeah it suits me to stay," Annie said, standing and the women hugged and said goodnight.

An hour later as the old Chevrolet was nosed through the gates on the driveway up to the house Malcolm suggested should they park and talk for a while.

"Great idea Malcolm but not too much talking huh?" Annie said softly but braced herself as the car veered off the road toward a big tree before Malcolm regained control.

"There's a dirt track to the water tank on the hill up head," Annie said. 

""Yeah we ought to stop of this driveway.

"The access track is rarely used and never at nights so we won't be disturbed," she added coolly, without saying disturbed from what.

When parked Malcolm sat with both hands on the wheel, tapping his fingers nervously.

"Kiss me."

That was sufficient to activate Malcolm.

They embraced and the twenty-six year old proved to be and unhurried and obviously very good at kissing.

Annie pulled away and said she'd remove her jacket. She tossed it into the back seat and when they resumed kissing she lifted Malcolm's hand on to her right breast.

Malcolm's fingers dug in softly and he sighed. 

Annie thought that was enough from her for the moment. Eventually she felt Malcolm's hand on her thigh and slowly she felt the pressure of him attempting to push her thighs apart.

She pulled away but parted her thighs a little and was elated that the hand with eager fingers dug in instead of pulling away.

"I really don't think we ought to be doing this," said Miss Sweet and Nice, "Um not on our first time together."

Even so as she pulled farther back to rest against her seat and door, Annie lifted her ass and pulled her skirt back over her hips.

Malcolm gave an appreciative grunt as his head bent over to join his wandering fingers that were now pulling aside the elastic of a leg opening of the panties.

"Oooh," Annie sighed encouragingly and felt hot breath on the flesh above her stocking top. She began massaging Malcolm's nape, closed her eyes and smiled.

From the outset she'd accompanied Hannah socializing locally and at business functions in the city and even much farther afield and although she was often surrounded by males usually there were on a short leash and anyway Hannah preferred Annie staying alongside her. Eventually Annie would find that was because Hannah wished to avoid males hitting on her who were not chosen by her. 

At dinner parties at home Hannah would sometimes entice a male upstairs for a quickie and would nudge Annie as she was leaving to follow to operate the switches for the sound system and to select camera shots. Annie was aware they were engaged in criminal activity because the guys were not warned there bedroom conversations and activities were being recorded for research purposes.

When they stayed in other cities Hannah and Annie always shared a twin bedroom suite and sometimes when Hannah fell asleep the guy would visit Annie's room before he left. Hannah approved of that but Annie was under instructions not to engage with a guy until Hannah had had her fill. Although Annie came to know some of the guys who frequently visited Hannah, there never was involvement as a threesome despite Annie chatting to Hannah about it. Hannah replied her heroines simply did not involve themselves in 'depravity'.

Malcolm emerged from between Annie's legs with a dripping face. The panting Annie ripped off her panties and wiped his face and cooed he'd been such a good boy.

"You suck me off now." Malcolm said, sounding hopeful.

"No next time perhaps," Annie said and welcomed the calculated look that appeared on his face.

"May we date tomorrow evening?"

"Why not park here about 8:45. It will be almost dark by then."

"And you'll suck me?"

"I don't consider myself a slut Malcolm."

"Oh of course not. It will be my job to keep on trying to tempt you."

"I expect to eventually have sex with you. Actually in time you could have access to my bedroom via the back stairs and stay till dawn if your wish."

"How frequently?"

"Well men usually make the arrangements, er so I understand, but whenever one of us feels horny I suppose."

Malcolm looked very happy and smiling said with him that could be quite frequently.

"Same for me too," Annie smiled.

The third time they met, after Malcolm had licked and fingered her off, Annie pretended to be shy and took his dick into her mouth and seven minutes later Malcolm lay back panting heavily and saying that had been the best gobble he'd ever had.

"Oh thank you but I'm sure with more practice I could lift my performance."

"When can we next meet?" Malcolm croaked, cupping his balls.

"I have informed my employer I wish to take in a lover and she said that was fine provided you were gone by daylight. She has invited you to dinner on Sunday night, signaling that can be your first night-stay with me."

"That will be embarrassing."

"It's your choice."

"You promise I can sleep with you all night?"

"Yes and I'll show you where to park to avoid a noisy get-away. Oh and I wouldn't expect too much sleep if I were you. Although I have only limited experience I have been told my appetite for sex is voracious."

"Voracious?" Malcolm said in awe.

* * *

Malcolm arrived for dinner on Sunday with a stylish haircut and what appeared to be a new suit. Joseph had gone away with Kitty and would not be returning till late.

"Malcolm Bates. Are you related to Molly Bates the university student who works her most evenings?"

"Yes Mrs Crowley. Molly is my youngest sister."

"Indeed now interesting," Hannah said, glancing at Annie who stared back smiling.

Molly entered to take drinks orders. When Hannah said there was no need to introduce Malcolm, Molly said fearlessly, "No Mrs Crowley, Malcolm is my brother."

Malcolm had a short but fat dick and that suited Annie just fine because he was skilled at keeping it in even when the tempo reached toward climax. He tired rather early but she didn't really mind because she liked her sleep and before dawn he was back into her and pumping with Annie still half-asleep. She really enjoyed that and when he was leaving said call him sometime about a return visit, perhaps next Friday.

"I always go drinking with my old gang from university on Friday nights."

"Well I'm thinking perhaps we could settle for one night a week, whenever convenient."

They agreed Sunday nights would be fine.

When Hannah activated Annie's pager next morning and asked her to join her for coffee and then to proof what she's written that morning so far, Annie couldn't wait to get to her boss, expected to criticized for choosing Molly's brother of all people to install in her bedroom.

They kissed and as soon as they settled over the coffee cups Hannah said, "I must say I really disapprove with you associating with family of a member of anyone I hire."

"That's your prerogative to disapprove."

"Pardon me?"

Annie let go with both barrels. "Christ Hannah you keep me almost chained to you 24/7 and I accept that, having contracted to do it but you must know I need sex and the lack-luster performance I get occasionally from your near-exhausted guys is totally inadequate and you won't engage with me."

Hannah looked shocked and bewildered. "But I thought I was assisting you adequately, allowing you access to my men..."

"Men who are tired and sweaty with just the thought of a young woman's presumably fresh and tight pussy only just sufficient to assist them to produce a reluctant erection and to deliver from drained resources?"

"Oh my poor darling," Hannah said, holding out her arms.

Annie ran to fall against Hannah and they both wept a little and then sniffing Hannah said, "I will attempt to engage sexually with you."

"No Hannah, that's just not your style and you'd have difficulty letting go to really enjoy it. What I need is the occasional fresh and meaty cock."

"Don't we all?" Hannah almost whimpered. They looked at each other and then laughed.

"What do you wish me to do for you?"

"Think of something."

Hannah said very well and when Annie asked was the voice recorder on said yes.

"Good, I'll provide a transcript of that for you later today. I think you and I have just generated some pretty hot dialogue for you to incorporate into your novel."

"Oh yes, we both let it all hang out, didn't we?"

Annie excused herself for a minute and returned with a 40-page transcript.

"You may find this interesting Hannah if only for it's realism. It's a blow by blow account of how Molly and I connived to dupe her brother to begin dating me together with my recollections noted within hours of each encounter to date plus description of my feelings."

"Goodness me darling, that sounds like raw realism."

"Well you may find it useful."

More than a couple of hours later Hannah found Hannah in a bikini beside the pool. The day was clear and the temperature was in the high seventies.

Annie had finished proofing and was working on her laptop editing notes on breast augmentation procedure that Hannah needed for dialogue with a surgeon talking to the heroine's best friend seeking to increase her chances of attracting a worthwhile suitor, when Hannah arrived. She carried two glasses and a jug of white Sangria made with sparkling grape juice and was in her one-piece swimsuit.

"I've decided to find you someone suitable."

Annie winced and said ungratefully, "Suitable to whom?"

"Someone of good standing will suit me and I guess someone who appeals to you in, um, every way. I'll work on it till we find I have produced a winner."

"Thank you Annie, you're so kind. Let's wait till my current guru loses interest because of our awkward arrangement."

"Right and the other thing is your little dossier has left me feeling all hot and bothered. Do you want sex?"

Annie laughed and told Hannah she was so sweet but was on the verge of disgusting herself. "Just dive into the pool and say to hell with your hair. That will cool you down and exorcise your feeling of naughtiness."

Three weeks later Annie realized the relationship between her and Malcolm was sagging and so finished with him in a mutually satisfying manner and she asked Hannah to produce Malcolm's successor.

Hannah's first attempt was the son of a close friend, so full of himself as a struggling poet that he even had Joseph's latest harlot yawning over mains. As soon as dinner ended Hannah said diplomatically, "Thank you for dining with us Mark. Joseph will show you out."

The second guy proved to be rather effeminate and the third didn't appear much interested in talking about anything other than his interest in physics, fishing and his butterfly collection so he too had an early exit.

As Joseph returned from the front entrance he heard Hannah apologizing to Annie. Elaine his woman had gone to the bathroom.

"Sorry about what?" Joseph asked. "Have you two been scrapping?"

"Not at all."" Hannah said indignantly.

"Hannah has attempted to find me a replacement for Malcolm."

Joseph roared in laughter. "Christ Hannah, the poor girl wants a hero in bed, not a one-track conversationalist. You barely allow poor Annie out of your sight. Do you want me to front up with someone?"

Hannah snorted no but Annie said loudly, "Yes."

Joseph looked at her and licked his lips.

"No Joseph, someone of my generation."

He grinned at Annie, making Elaine scowl.

"I'm angry at you," Hannah snapped as she and Annie began ascending the 'Hers' stairway. "You know I avoid asking him anything that would make me feel beholden to him."

"Christ Hannah, relax. Your husband is going this for me. We all know you had three strikes with your efforts and that means you're out."

Hannah took Annie's arm. "Yes you are quite right. Let's go a look at some of the tapes of my being fucked and you may tell me how to improve my techniques including reactions."

"Oh Hannah, where do we start?"

"Bitch."

They pressed against each other's arm and laughed.

HARRY

Joseph scored big with his first attempt. He brought home a young attorney from the office whose wife had taken off demanding she wanted a trial separation.

"Annie this is Harry Chambers."

"Christ," Harry said, straightening and sweeping back his blond fringe.

Even Joseph, Hannah and Elaine appeared to feel a surge of something sizzle between the staring couple.

"Sit on my knee... I-I mean sit beside me Harry."

"That will be a great honor," Harry said profoundly, making Elaine's eyes roll upwards and Hannah burst into a stunning smile. Joseph just looked pleased.

Three hours after dinner, long after the others had excused themselves and sloped off, Annie walked Harry to the front entrance. They stopped at the door and faced each other. Annie reached up and stroked down the side of Harry's face.

"I'm married Annie, don't you mind."

"No, Joseph mentioned that and said you were going through a rough patch at present. How are you managing without sex?"

Harry's eyes widened and he began breathing through his mouth.

Annie smiled. "Masturbation is no substitute for the real thing is it? I think crafty Joseph expects by having introduced us, something will happen between us."

"Such as?" Harry asked hoarsely.

"I don't get much sex shut away out here for most of the time Harry and hope to remedy that but I'm happy to proceed at your pace."

"P-pace?"

"Yes Harry. I suggest you leave now and think deeply about this. This has to be your decision. I'm unaware of the terms of the trial separation and your attitudes towards extramarital sex in such depressing times or whether you are already fucking someone else."

"No, there's no one else," he said. "Although one of my sisters has offered to sleep with me if I become desperate."

"Well that's sibling loyalty personified Harry. So now just kiss me without groping and go away and think about what's being said here. Do not feel pressured and don't attempt to imagine what my body looks like and how good I'll be in bed. Concentrate on the moral issues Harry and if you decide to cut loose make sure it's a woman who can keep her mouth shut. If I'm not the chosen one I'll accept the rejection in good grace Harry. Here's my card. Use it to call me with rejection or use it to suggest whatever comes into your mind. Kiss me and go Harry."

"God you a one hundred and one percent all woman Annie," Harry chocked and kissed her. "Good night magnificent Annie."

After watching the taillights of the car disappear Annie shut the door and her pager went. The message read, "My bedroom now."

Annie was in the huge spa bath in the bathroom.

"Jump in. Did you record the conversations?"

"Yes."

"Good, let's hear the recording now."

"I feel such a treacherous bitch taping him like that and now playing it to you."

"Are you forgetting what you're paid to do?"

"No and don't be so abrasive. I'll do it but I'm still entitled to express my feelings."

"Of course you are darling," Hannah said, back-pedaling quickly.




Annie



It was the first time the two women had been together nude. Annie often had seen Hannah nude when called in to Hannah's suite.

"You have a lovely figure."

"Thank you Hannah. Now let's relax and listen."

Toward the end Hannah cried, "Oh you're giving him the chance to get off the hook."

"That's a matter of opinion. My understanding is if you tell a person not to think of something they'll dwell on thinking about it acutely. If that is so Harry is now driving home thinking what does my body look like, how well am I likely to fuck and how soon can he fuck me."

"Oh my, you are anything but naïve."

"Thank you Hannah."

Hannah said, "Please take the recording back to repeat that last bit from the point of your suggesting he proceed at his own pace. We were talking later and I missed the ending."

When it finished Hannah said in awe, "God women are going to love this stuff you are generating for me. I could be currently writing my first best seller."

"Isn't that what your publisher expects from you?"

"Bitch," said Hannah and they laughed.

Annie was lying on grass under and red and white striped sky and viewing two suns while wondering what day it was when something began urging her to react. So she opened her eyes and heard her phone ringing.

It was almost 2 am and she found she wasn't outside but was in her bed and had been asleep.

Jesus, had something happened to one of her parents, or both of them, or her brother or someone in his family?

"Hi it's Annie."

"Hi Annie, I can't sleep."

"Harry, have you pulled me out of sleep to tell me that!"

"Please go easy on me baby. Ever since I left you a few hours ago my mind has been punishing me. Um I hope this is not offensive to you but let me ask do you have a bush, or a trimmed bush or are you clean shaven?"

"Harry!"

"I'm sorry to have disturbed you," he said woodenly. "Good night."

"No wait. I might be responsible for filling your mind with ideas. I shave but have a trimmed patch of blonde hair just above my clit for decorative purposes. I believe guys refer to it as the landing strip."

"Shaved eh. That's what I had been imagining. The other thing I need to know is when may I have sex with you?"

"Come here on Friday evening and stay two nights. Joseph and Elaine will be away at a law seminar and Hannah will be away on a discreet weekend."

"What's a discreet weekend?"

"She will be away and has asked me to divulge no details to anyone and that includes Joseph."

Harry sniffed and said didn't anyone run an uncomplicated life these days?

"Well I'll keep this simple Harry. We've talked enough. I want you to try to go asleep, thinking of bright stars on a soft dark velvet sky and tomorrow I suggest you call me about where you wish to meet me in the city for lunch."

"But I don't stop for lunch."

"Harry, you'll cope better if you try to lead a normal life. On Sunday at lunch you and I will talk about the differences you and your wife have in respect of your compatibility and see if we can work out a pathway to reconciliation."

"But I have this feeling I should marry you."

"Forget that thought Harry. I'm willing for you to fuck me but no way could I marry you. Your temperament has you riding too close to the edge for me liking so let's see if we can effect a reconciliation between you and your wife."

"I'm probably off you in a big way for brushing me aside like that.""

Annie snorted and told him to grow up. "Well Harry, since I'm so bad I'll not expect you to phone me about lunch in the morning. However if you do awake in a better frame of mind you'll have till 11:00 to call me about the lunch venue otherwise forget it and forget about having sex with me."

"What about the weekend invitation?"

"That rests on what you decide in the morning about lunch. Work it out Harry; I'm your friend and not your nursemaid."

"You are being awfully hard on me, what with the unsettling effect of my trial separation."

"Be a man and take control of your life. Good night Harry."

Annie cut the call and switched off her phone thinking Harry required a good kick in the ass. He surely must have been a spoilt little asshole as a child.

Harry called at 8:00 next morning to advise Annie where to meet him for lunch. He sounded pleasant and conciliatory.

Lunch was, er, forgettable principally because Harry appeared to lack social graces.

Harry arrived at the house on Friday evening very happy and very eager but he failed to ignite Annie all the time he was there, his treating of her bordering on indifference. Further, having sex with Harry at the helm was, er, very forgettable. In fact after the first time they did it Annie had to struggle to remember they had engaged in sex.

As Harry was leaving early Sunday afternoon he said, "We didn't talk about my reconciliation."

"You didn't raise the subject Harry."

"You are the one with all the ideas."

Annie sighed and said, "Harry it's your marriage that may require salvaging. If you can't do it by yourself then seek professional advice and management."

"Well what do you honestly think about my chances of reviving the relationship?"

Annie said she didn't know his wife or the kind of relationship that had existed between them and just how conciliatory they were in times of usual domestic difficulties.

"You don't need to know, just give my your gut feeling."

"Oh Harry don't press me; you won't like my honesty."

"Bullshit, you are wasting time posturing."

"Very well Harry this is what I think. Let your wife go. She's taken the first step to escape you and it's only fair she should not be impeded."

Annie stepped back inside and closed the door, leaving Harry gaping.

Later Annie walked in on Hannah who was in the spa bath.

"Jump in darling. Please ignore the love bites on my throat and the scratches on my back and thighs. I was almost blown into tomorrow by Raymond's almost brutal sex."

"But did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, I had a magnificent time."

"Well there you go. Wait till I make coffee and then we'll play the tape of the rise and fall of young attorney Harry Chambers. He and I are finished."

"That surprises me. You two appeared ready to engage in a tumultuous affair. What happened?"

"Listen and all will be revealed. It could give you great ideas to shape the marital breakup of your heroine's parents, er after the heroine's wedding."

ZANE (Peter)

Annie accompanied Hannah to a fiction writers' convention at a resort 160 miles from where they lived. Hannah and an action-adventure author Zane Garnier were the principal speakers at Saturday night's dinner and both were two of ten specialists chairing workshops on the Saturday and Sunday of the weekend event.

A cocktail party on Friday was the opening event. Annie was standing alone, watching Hannah engaging with some of the organizing committee members, when a guy took her empty glass from her and said, "You are alone, spectacularly alone if I may say so, and I'm sure the reason for that is not excessive body odor."

Annie giggled and said he should fetch her a vodka martini.

"Certainly madam."

"It's miss actually. Zane I'm Annie."

"You know me?" he said in surprise.

"You photo is featured in the convention workbook and your nametag would have been a reminder if I'd forgotten what I read in the workbook. Is your name really Zane?"

"A good question, one I'm rarely asked. May I rest my head between your delightful breasts and whisper the answer?"

"Certainly not. I'm not into public spectacles. But you may nibble my ear and whisper."

Zane moved in with the smoothness of a gigolo, as if this was a daily occurrence. He rolled his tongue round Annie's ear and whispered his name was Peter until he began writing.

"How can I gain permission to get my hands round your breasts?"

He pulled away appearing ready to duck a slap but Annie looked bemused.

"You could try asking."

He grinned but before he could reply Hannah arrived and scolded, "Zane Garnier, trust you to zero in on the most attractive woman in the room."

"Ah Hannah," he said diplomatically, "Pardon me for having overlooked you."

Hannah smiled and said, "Darling be warned Zane is a little too old for you, has chalked up two divorces and appears addicted to adultery."

Too late, Annie was already focused on him. "Even so, would you recommend I take an interest in him?"

"Yes your interest in sex possibly almost matches his. With luck you might be dumped gently."

Peter said, "You two know one another?"

"Annie French is my research assistant, social secretary, creative director and companion but not my lover although she lives with me. Next question please."

"Would Annie be free to visit me at weekends by invitation?"

"Yes, give Zane your card darling. The convention convener will like to meet you and to ask you to be speak for five minutes at the start of the workshop tomorrow on the topic of human resources for writers and then sit on the panel leading that discussion group tomorrow and again on Sunday for the repeat three-hour presentation. All you have to do is to talk about your work role and answer questions. What is your response?"

"Very well, yes."

"Does that mean yes you'll will be introduced to the convener or yes you will accept panel involvement?"

"Yes on both counts."

"Oh thank you Annie. Kiss us and excuse us please Zane."

Zane, who appeared to be in his early forties, kissed Hannah and when he turned to Annie she darted behind Hannah and said goodbye it was lovely meeting him. His arms dropped and he looked at her intently for a couple of seconds, smiled and walked off.

"Annie, you fool. If you allowed him to kiss you I believe you would have been sleeping with him tonight."

"That's not the relationship I seek."

"So you are interested in him."

"Yes but please say nothing to him."

Hannah said nothing but she just smiled, as if knowing that's all Annie wanted.

Annie only saw Zane at a distance during the next two days apart from Saturday at dinner when he pulled up a chair and sat between Hannah and Annie for a few minutes, chatting to them and exhibiting now predatory behavior. When he rose to leave them he did say, "I'll see you around ladies, especially you Annie."

Hannah pulled her chair back closer to Annie and breathing heavily whispered, "There, he had the intelligence to know he is required to woo you."

All Annie said was Hannah may well be correct.

When Annie was driving Hannah home late Sunday afternoon Hannah said, "I was told you were very informative and an excellent contributor on your panel."

"Yes well it was no sweat for me and it's lovely being involved with people seriously seeking information. Incidentally several speakers described you are one of their favorite writers."

"Well that's important feedback for me. Having the respect of your fellow professionals is very desirable. But Mr Dark Eyes, did he reconnect?"

"No."

"You think he could be the one, don't you."

There was no reply.

"I thought so."

Annie remained silent until Hannah sighed and said, "Don't many writers dress frumpishly, I mean even when attending a formal dinner?"

When Zane failed to call Annie next day she moped a little for a couple of days and then was over it.

The next weekend she attended a high school reunion with her best friend Deborah Walters and husband Jack and her biggest reunion of all was with Gloria Shanks who was visiting for two weeks from Ireland. Gloria invited Annie to join her family for Christmas in Dublin and for Gloria's twenty-fifth birthday. Gloria said her parents and some other relatives would be there but Annie had met most of them. 

Christmas was two months away and Annie arranged to combine the visit with a 10-day vacation of Eire and Northern Ireland. Two weeks before she left she was mortified when Zane Garnier called her.

"Hi it's Zane."

"Oh hi Zane I wondered had you remembered me?"

"I've had thoughts about you from time to time, usually when the pressure's off. What about you?"

There was no reply.

"Annie?"

"Why dwell on it when you believe you have been abandoned?"

"Jesus."

"I'm a straight-shooter Zane so don't ask me direct questions unless you can cope with direct answers."

"I'm sorry. I've been involved in getting a new novel underway and in a promotional tour to publicize the launching to grab a slice of the Christmas market."

"I can understand that Zane and I guess people react to pressure differently. But I do work with a writer who when under pressure seeks diversions like taking on a new lover. Also you carry a phone constantly don't you?"

"I'm sorry."

That was a simple apology but Annie felt its sincerity.

"Thank you for saying that. It makes me feel better about you. I'm the kind of person unless my switch is kept turned on my light goes out."

"Jesus, I now understand why Hannah employs you... as a stimulus."

Annie's smile was back. 

"I'm calling to invite you to spend time with me over Christmas... all Christmas if you are available."

"Oh Zane," Annie said, and burst into tears and sobbing told him she'd committed to spend Christmas in Dublin with one of her best friends.

Annie quickly recovered and they chatted and the call ended without any arrangement being made to meet although on Christmas Eve Zane thrilled her by calling her in Dublin.

Hannah called Annie very early on Christmas morning and thanked her once again for her beautiful gift of a hand-embroidered bed cover.

"My gift to you will be delivered late," Hannah promised.

* * *

Annie arrived at Newark Liberty from London early afternoon and was met by Zane.

"Oh what a surprise," she said, jumping and kissing him, one foot raised and he brushed the side of her hair away and kissed her again. 

Annie smelt a rat but said nothing, expecting all to be revealed.

As they waiting for her luggage Zane handed Annie a letter. She recognized the handwriting.

"Welcome home darling. My Christmas present to you has arrived a little late. It's probably standing beside you. Love Hannah."

A bolt of energy/excitement ripped through Annie and shakily she handed the Christmas card to Zane who glanced at it and smiled.

"Yes I know. Isn't she lovely? She has booked us into a suite at The Hotel Plaza Athénée for two nights but arranged for that to be converted into two rooms if that's your wish."

"A suite is fine by me," Annie said huskily. "You are invited to share."

"Gladly," he said.

They hugged and he buried his face into the side of her neck, leaving Annie free to spot her two bags.

They were booked into the Classic Suite with sitting room and when the porter left stood a little awkwardly until Annie said, "I feel like a shower. Please join me if you wish."

"I wish."

She held up her arms to be undressed and that classic surrender meant showering was delayed.

They lay side-by-side on the bed with Zane kissing her and gently kneading a breast until Annie lifted a lead and shuffled her bottom hip closer, allowing Zane to feed in his dripping erection. That was the first time Annie had touched it, holding the bottom half to avoid it ramming home in one big push. She wasn't particularly concerned about dick size although shied away from over-sized ones. This one was slender and breathtakingly long and not long after they settled into a steady rhythm Annie had her breath taken away as she zoomed into her first orgasm.

Later she tightened around the dick still plunging in and back relentlessly and watched Zane's eyes bulge a bit, her face darken and tighten and her reached down, grabbed the upper ass cheek and bellowing pulled her even closer as his eyes rolled up partly into their sockets and that took Annie into her biggest gush of the session. She felt his semen leaking from her and running down her thigh.

She sighed, "God that was beautiful."

"Lady you sure can fuck."

They showered and lay on the bed nude, drinking wine, Zane fiddling with one of Annie's breasts but when she reached for his dick he smacked her ass and said, "There's plenty of time for that tonight. Get dressed. I'm taking you to Barneys and Bergdorf Goodman to buy you a present to mark the time was first came together, er romantically."

"Ooooh." 

The romance continued but it would be almost another two years before Zane and Annie married. 

By then Hannah's booming book sales had lifted her to celebrity status. She found a very suitable male adviser and personal assistant to replace Annie. Karl was only twenty-four but of course Joseph refused to call him anything else but Toy Boy.

THE END



Annie



Annie was in her car going to her daughter's home; she was going there to look after Paul, her husband.

He was one of those men that could do anything outside the house. 

But once inside he was a disaster area.

Everything he touched, picked up, or whatever, seemed to fall or break.

He could trip over things that weren't even there!

Annie used to say, 'Jenny you'll have to spoon feed him, I've never seen a man so useless in a house.'

Jenny would laugh and say, 'yes mum I know, but he has his qualities?' And Jenny would wink at her.

The innuendo wasn't lost on Annie; she knew what her daughter was alluding to.

She was referring to the sexual magnetism, which flowed from him. Annie was well aware of it; she felt it whenever she was close to him. He was a great looking guy, tall broad, casually well built, light brown wavy hair that he wore down to his collar.

Paul was 25, so good looking and women would seem to practically fall at his feet.

But once they had married, he focused all his attention on his wife, he loved her.

Jenny was a beautiful girl; 22 years old, she had taken her soft lovely looks from her mother, which was certain. 

Paul was always a little jealous if other men paid too much attention to her.

Jenny would be too, when other women, fawned themselves over Paul.

And now Jenny was being taken to hospital because she was nearly 8 months pregnant, she had lost her 2 previous pregnancies, she had miscarried both times.

The consultant had decided that she must be in hospital at least a month before term, for bed rest, and observation.

And then she would have to stay at least 2 weeks after birth, if it proved successful, so that would be about 6 weeks Paul would be alone in the house. 

Jenny had said that, if he was there all that time on his own, he'll either end up either dead, or starved to death.

Annie and Paul had just about collapsed when she had said it, and Jenny insisted that Annie would have be there to clean up after him, and make sure he was fed.

Her own husband, Jenny's dad, had agreed that it was for the best that Annie was there; he had said himself that the house would probably end up in a pile off ashes if he was left alone.

His own parents lived too far away to help, but would be there right after the birth.

Annie was the older version of Jenny, tall, blonde, lovely, even beautiful, sexy as hell, and still turned heads anywhere she went, even now, at 40 years of age.

She had ash blonde hair that she had strikingly enhanced highlights.

He body was full; beautiful breasts, that men drooled over, she walked with a smooth gait, never seemed rushed.

And legs that disappeared in both directions, up to a gorgeous tight rounded arse, and down to small perfectly formed dainty feet. 

Her face was inviting, angelically so, lips that men wanted to kiss, apart from having their pricks sucked by them, and perfect even white teeth.

She had been targeted all her life by other men, and boys! Even in her teens she had been pursued.

And by a very lecherous, and with Annie, successful amorous uncle!

And sometimes in her marriage, she had been dazzlingly seduced by other men too. 

Including her neighbour's 18 year old son, who had let her know he was fatally attracted to her, then one day suddenly reaching out and squeezing both of her nipples, this caused her downfall in her own front room.

She couldn't believe how sensitive her nipples were that day, and he had had the good fortune to do what he did that day.

He had done that, Annie had gasped, and nearly fallen down when her knees buckled.

He had caught before she did, laid her on the sofa, and then fucked her with all the hearty gusto only a boy can do. His stamina amazed her, and after he had come in record time, he went at her like a steam train, making her cum again, and again.

The temptations had sometimes been too great for her to deny. The heat it caused in her body was too much for her to resist them. 

She was a very sensual and sexual woman, and in need constant attention, attention that she didn't always get from her loving husband.

The last time she had been seduced was 9 months ago, and by a young 21 year old horny builder, of all people, and in her own home too.

He was in her house to re-lay all her kitchen, hall and outside patio floors in York stone slabs in her rustic house.

And he had fucked her for 2 more months after that, until it got too dangerous, he had wanted her to leave her husband, and she wasn't going to do that!

It had happened simply because; she had cut her finger while serving him a sandwich. She had jabbed the knife she had been using into it. He had just taken her hand, and popped her finger into his mouth, then sucked and licked it clean.

It was just so endearing of him, she thought, and oh, so powerfully erotic to her.

She unknowingly laid her lovely head on his shoulder, sighed in pleasure, and thanks, for the attention to the small cut.

Whilst the man went on caressing her finger with his tongue, he easily accomplished his real mission. Which had been to seduce her anyway, and she had laid it on a plate for him.

He leaned over her, and kissed the top of her head. Annie had murmured something incomprehensible.

So he reached for a tissue, removed her finger, dabbed it, looked at it, and then popped it back in his sexy mouth. 

These were the thoughts that popped into her head.

He kissed her head again, and again she murmured something, he took a chance and wrapped his free arm around her waist.

She audibly sighed again, and leaned into him.

He gently twisted her body to him, and then he kissed her lips softly. Annie swooned, this was so seductive, he was too ruggedly good looking, she didn't stand a chance.

He turned more of her body to him, and kissed her again, this time more lovingly, Annie returned the kiss to him, she was, and had been now, thoroughly seduced.

Each time he had kissed her, he had popped her finger back into his hot mouth, and sexy lips.

And he did so again, while he engaged her body with his.

She was now turned fully to him, his hard prick lodged firmly into the crack of her pussy through her thin dress.

Her arms had gone around his neck, and they were both feverishly necking each other.

He picked her up and carried her upstairs where he had fucked her senseless all that afternoon.

And he made her do all sorts of nasty things, including getting fucked in her arse for the first time in her life.

But she had responded to everything he did and said, and what he told her to do, willingly.

No one was aware of her extra marital infidelities; Annie didn't even like it happening, she didn't even want it to happen, but she wasn't able to resist them at times.

She didn't attach any blame to herself, she felt slightly guilty at times, but it really wasn't her fault.

Why? Because she totally believed it was their fault, the men. They wouldn't leave her alone, and sometimes, she had to give in!

Now she was at Jenny's house, Paul said 'hi,' and she and Jenny chatted, then she was on her way to the hospital, to have their first child.

They saw to her being admitted, made a list of things to bring during their visit that night. Mum and Paul both kissed and hugged her. Jenny making her mother vow to stop him from killing himself. They all laughed, and they left for home.

That night they returned to visit, delivered all the things they had promised for her, and said.

'We'll see you tomorrow darling, love you,' and they again left.

Over the following 2 days, in their close proximity, they both felt the attraction between them, she felt his animal lure, and he sensed her sensuality.

And Annie wasn't aware of the sexual pull she was making on Paul. 

He was beginning to feel randy.

But Paul certainly felt the sensuality Annie was exuding.

Both were silently determined not to act on them.

The third night they got to the hospital, Annie stopped at the nurse's desk to ask about progress etc, whilst Paul went straight in to see Jenny.

Jenny was feeling a bit down because of where she was, and was turned on side away from the door.

So Paul was at the far side of her bed, near the wall. But he was cheering her up. And she was coming round.

Annie came in, said hello, then sat on the chair on the opposite side, Jenny stayed where she was more or less facing her husband.

Annie was feeling a little left out of the conversation, so stood up and went to the other side of the bed.

But she had to squeeze herself into the small gap between Paul and the wall, he offered to let her sit, but she refused.

As she was leaning forward and speaking to Jenny, she felt something on her leg; she jumped in a little surprise. 

She looked quickly, but accusingly at Paul. 

He returned her look with one of innocence.

It was then that she realised that it was Paul's left hand on her calf.

She didn't react, well not immediately anyway.

But she looked at him quizzically, when he gently moved it up and down.

Then she went back to chatting with Jenny. And not revealing what he was doing. She stayed where she was, somehow thinking stupidly, that he would stop.

He didn't!

She was thinking he was playing with her emotions, and being cheeky, and naughty.

She was right!

His hand was starting to drift higher and lower, snaking up, then snaking down.

Annie didn't know what to do, her son was caressing her legs, in a slow seductive way, and she was nonplussed by it.

She shifted her stance a little, he took his hand away, but then it was back on her calf again, Annie sighed.

All the while he was chatting to Jenny and her, his warm hand was making her shiver.

What the fuck is he doing, doesn't he know what that's doing to me, Annie thought to her self?

Her body was heating up, it began to behave in the treacherous way it always did, when certain types of men toyed with her.

That's when his hand, was now at the back of her exposed knee's, his fingers and nails, tickled her, and lightly scratched them, it was definitely one of her danger zones.

And because her right hip was against Paul, he couldn't be seen doing what he was doing.

But Annie couldn't make herself step away and return to the other side of Jenny's bed.

She was effectively trapped, but by her own feelings. The state of arousal, she was now beginning to feel within her.

Pauls hand went higher, crawling inexorably up her stockinged thighs.

She silently thanked God that her legs were being held shut, because of the position she was in.

His fingers were now stroking her arse through her panties.

Annie gasped when they got there.

Jenny said. 'Is there something wrong mum?'

Paul looked up at her quizzically.

Annie said, 'No no, nothing's wrong honey,' and momentarily glared at Paul. He returned her look with his disarming smile.

His fingers were beginning to get right through to her, her pussy was getting wet, she could feel it, Paul was working her up into an unstoppable reaction.

She knew he had always fancied her, he had told her. And Oh God, did she feel the same, but never said it. 

But because he was married to her daughter, he would never take it any further.

She was glad about that because, under any other circumstances, refusing this gorgeous man would have been nigh on impossible.

He was just too good looking and sexy.

She was unable to stop her buttocks swaying slightly sideways, as his fingers gently worked their magic.

She knew for certain, that when she got out of here, she was going to be done for, no way out of this seduction!

He was making it obvious, that he wanted her, and she was going to be alone with him for 6 weeks.

No contest!

He was inextricably seducing her right in front of her daughter, his wife. 

And she was no more than 3 feet away from her, and him.

Then the coup de gras, he poked a finger gently, but firmly, right into her rear crack, she almost fell onto Jenny.

'Mum,' Jenny said, 'what's wrong with you?'

Annie laughed and said, 'my feet just seemed to give way, I'm sorry.'

Pauls hand left her then, slid down her legs, fiddled a bit more at the back of her sexy knees, cementing her demise. 

Then looking at the clock, he whispered that it was time to go, and they would see her again tomorrow.

They bade their farewells, and went.

As soon as they were got out of the ward, Annie complained. 

'Paul, what on earth drove you to do that to me, and in there?' What were you thinking?'

He remained silent, but smiled softly at her.

They approached the lift, got in on their own, Paul grabbed her and kissed her fully and comprehensively, Annie couldn't resist.

She melted I his arms.

'I'm sorry Annie, but I have wanted you all this time, and I know you want me too, no matter the fact that, I am your son.'

They hurried to the car and he drove home at breakneck speed.

As soon as they were through the front door they were on each other. Ripping at clothes, grabbing, holding and trying to force each other to the floor, they both won!

They made rip roaring love right there on the carpet. 

Rolling first one way, and then the other. 

And right behind the front door.

He just plain fucked her with all his might, and Annie fucked him back with all of hers.

When it was over, the climax that had blasted them away from the many many months of pent up sexual desire. They had always known was there, they laughed at, and with each other.

He helped her to her feet, his shirt was hanging off him by one sleeve, and all the buttons were popped.

His trousers were round one ankle, with his underwear.

Annie's dress was in shreds, her bra was on one arm, her panties had been ripped away, and only one shoe was on a foot.

Her hair was all mussed up too.

And Paul thought that she looked as sexy as fucking hell!

They caught a glimpse of themselves in the hall mirror, and laughed out loud.

He put his arm around her and they kissed, he asked her if she wanted something to eat, or was she hungry? As he laughed.

Annie caught the insinuation, and replied with one of her own.

'I am absolutely starving, but I would rather have something to eat instead,' she said, as she looked at his half soft prick.

'Come on then, let's go upstairs, I can't wait to get something into my mouth too!' He sniggered.

Annie giggled in a little school girly way.

They climbed the stairs in each others arms, and kissing all the way.

They stripped off what was left of their clothing and fell wrapped together into bed.

The phone rang; it was her husband enquiring as to the well being of their daughter.

While Annie brought him up to date, Paul began to ravish her, he attacked her super sensitive nipples, sucked and licked on her belly button, he fingered her pussy, and then slid one into her slick arse.

Annie was writhing about trying to get away from him, but unable to.

She attempted to get out of bed, but he wouldn't let her.

Her breath was becoming ragged, she was entering into a high state of arousal, and she was giving in. 

And her husband would surely guess what she doing, or getting done to her.

Then he suddenly said.

'There's someone at the door Annie, I'll call you in a while okay?' and he put the phone down.

She looked at it stupidly, Paul clamped his mouth to her soaking pussy, and she collapsed backwards, in the grip of an immediate orgasm.

Her legs flew in all directions as she was thrown into spasms of an uncontrollable climax.

She cried out to him.

'Oh my God Paul, oh Paul, oh my God, ooooh arghhhh!'

Her pussy exploded like an earth shattering bomb.

Paul lifted his head, and looked up at her, her eyes were closed, and she was breathing deeply.

'Hey', he said to himself, 'she is one terrific sexy fuck,' as he crawled up and lay at her side.

Annie opened her eyes slowly, peered at him through long lashes, and smiled; it was a smile of utter seductive beauty, and contentment.

She rolled onto her side, and wrapped herself around him.

'My God Paul, what have we started here baby?' she asked.

'I'm not too sure Annie, but it sure is fucking good!' he said. 

'Please Paul; don't swear like that, please?'

'Sorry Annie,' he said, 'I was just feeling so grand, sorry?'

Annie snuggled into him then, and caught his beautiful prick in her knowing hand, and started to work at it. 

He took her nipples and began to tweak and twiddle them. 

She moaned into his mouth, her lips capturing his, and holding them, no one knew how to kiss a man better than her.

Every man she had ever known couldn't resist her lips and kiss, and Paul was no different.

The arousal they were building in each other would soon prove to be undeniable.

He rose above her and plunged his prick into her for a second time that night.

This time Annie succumbed to her son's dominance of her, it was her daughter's husband, she couldn't respond other than to surrender to him.

He began what was to be a heart stopping pounding of her body and pussy.

He was up on his elbows above her, his hips crashing down onto hers, loins and thighs joining together in a loud slap.

His hips pulling his prick up and nearly out of her, adding much to her fears that he would, before descending upon her once more.

Then he was high above now, holding himself up on out stretched arms, thudding his fully engorged prick at her.

Annie held on to him as best she could.

But he had gained prominence, and dominance, and he was using it.

He shoved her long legs over his shoulder's, now she was bent in half, helpless under him.

He was out to fuck her into oblivion, and he was going to succeed!

His problem was his prick was spiralling into and ejection of cum, that he wasn't going to be able to stop.

Fortunately for him, Annie was going to blow a few seconds before he did.

She screamed out as her orgasm thrashed and trashed her body, if an orgasm had been able to kill someone, this would have been the moment.

Paul hammered his prick into her one final time, and filled her twitching, pulsing, and grabbing pussy with his love juice.

He spent what seemed like an eternity spewing it in her.

He slowly collapsed onto his beautiful sexy mother, her legs flopping onto the bed, and he kissed her in a so loving way.

His prick still in her, she mewled to him, stroked his body, wrapped her legs and arms tighter around him.

They fell asleep, and in their slumber he slid off her, but they never let go of the other.

And that's how they woke together in the middle of the night, and in a sticky cold mess, they laughed and kissed, and played and loved.

Then Annie insisted on remaking the bed, and then insisted on them taking a shower.

As they climbed into the warm needles of water, he slipped and fell to his knees.

Annie shrieked with laughter.

He started to get up from his knees, he slipped again and fell over onto his backside and laughed with her.

Regaining his equilibrium and knees once more, he was facing her pussy. He leaned forward and licked it; Annie had to grab the rail to stay on her own feet as he did.

He was like a child with an ice lolly, licking and slurping away at her.

She held his head with one hand, he spread her shapely knees and got his shoulders between them, he was now right under her.

Pulling slightly away, he then drove his long tongue up and at her clit, Annie howled in her arousal.

Her knees and toned thighs involuntarily clamped to the sides of his head.

She was going to cum again, my God her addled brain thought, he is unstoppable, I have never cum t like this before, no has done it like this to me.

And once more her body wrecked her senses, the passion driving her to near insanity, overpowered her.




Annie



The orgasm was total; she herself then fell down in a heap on him. Paul caught her and gently lowered her to the floor of the shower tray.

Ten minutes later they finished their shower, amid searching hands and fingers. They went back to bed, to sleep the sleep of happy and contented lovers, the lovers that they now were.

When Annie awoke, she was stiff and sore, 'Jesus Christ,' she said to herself, 'I can hardly move, oh boy did I get a fucking and a half last night,' she was happy, satisfied and completely sated.

She had never felt so badly good after lovemaking like that, ever!

She looked at her gorgeous son; his hair was a beautiful mess, her heart swelled with love, and gratitude. Grateful too for the love he had shown her, and grateful for the love he had given her.

'I need his thick cock in my mouth,' she said to her own self.

So sneaking slowly down under the covers, she looked at it, lifted it, and softly sucked it into her mouth. 

Her beautiful sexy lips closed over it, and her hot mouth went to work.

She gradually got herself into the position where she could suck it as she liked.

Paul stirred, she stopped, he went back into sleep, and she sucked again, he was getting harder and harder, she knew he would wake, all men would wake when he had a raging hard on.

But when Paul did wake, he was in the build up to an ejaculation that would seem to him, to end all ejaculations.

He felt Annie's hot mouth running up and down, and over the plum that topped his prick.

He tensed, he was cumming, he grabbed her head in fear that she would pull off and stop.

But Annie had no intention of stopping, she wanted all he had, and no one would stop her from achieving her goal, least of all Paul!

Her pull on him was monumental, and unassailable. 

He bellowed and roared as he blasted load after hot load into Annie's grateful mouth, she fought like a wildcat to get it all down, and she succeeded admirably.

Paul's prick was burning, it stayed hard, it felt as if it was filled with concrete cum. Before he slowly fell back into relaxation, his spent prick deflating, still in Annie's mouth, and she finally emptied his stringent balls.

She let it slide from her unwilling lips, and slid up and into Paul's loving arms.

'You have to be the best and finest MIL that a man could have Annie,' he whispered to her in between kisses.

'And you have to be the best and finest SIL that a woman could have too Paul,' she returned.

'Paul,' Annie queried, 'what are we going to do?'

'We have really started something here babe,' she added.

'Yes I know Annie, but we have the next 5 or 6 weeks to decide, act, or other wise haven't we?' he pondered.

'Yes, I agree with what you say, but I'm telling you right now, you are not going to leave Jenny for me, I won't have that on my conscience,' she said.

'Nor me Annie, I won't even think about that one, we both have our lives, and now we have each other, and I will tell you this as well, we are not going to stop loving each other are we? Can we?' he asked.

'No, we can't, and we won't,' she promised him, 'this is too good to lose darling.'

'Yes it is, so come here you, I want to love you and worship you, I want to kiss, lick and suck, every bit of that beautiful sexy body, okay?'

'Oh Paul, you go right ahead honey, I won't, and can't ever stop you from that!'

He spent an hour going over every nook and cranny she had, and they spent an inordinate amount of time with lips locked.

Later that day, just before they left to see Jenny in the hospital, he fucked her in her arse, his prick lodged tightly in, he fucked her with an abandon hitherto unknown.

Holding her by the hips, he drove in and out of her, he had an obscure urge to hurt her, he pounded her, she squealed not only in some pain, but a massive amount of pleasure.

They came together, simply because she reached under her and played with is balls, causing them to conspire with her, and it worked.

He shot a load into her battered backside; she blew a load from her pussy down onto the bed.

She let her knees slide backwards, he lay down on her, gently nibbling at her soft neck, her hair caressing his face.

He lay there in wonder at this woman, Jenny wasn't like this, Annie was a pure lover, a sexual lover, sensual lover, a man lover, a giver, a taker, a partner.

In his humble opinion, she was a goddess, nothing he had ever done equalled what he had had here these last 2 days.

He was in awe.

The saying goes that if look at your wife's mother, you will see your wife in the future, he hoped so with all his heart, that this was true, that Jenny would grow into Annie!

Paul knew he loved Annie now; nothing would ever take that away from him.

But he loved his Jenny too, and nothing would ever remove that from him either.

For the next 5 to 6 weeks Annie and Paul loved and fucked each other as often as their bodies would let them.

They lived like man and wife. 

Bondage was introduced, and they loved every second of being each others prisoners of love. 

Then Jenny had a beautiful baby boy, he looked just like his daddy.

Her parents, his parents, and Paul and Jenny were overjoyed by Timothy's birth.

Jenny had been told that further pregnancies would end in miscarriages, and that her life would be in grave danger.

Paul had to be made sterile to avoid Jenny's life being put in jeopardy.

But Paul and Annie still meet up when opportunity rise's; they loved each other, they would forever, and were more than contented to have what they had.



Annie



Recently, my wife had to go out of town on business for a few days. She's a senior sales exec for a group of up market hotels and, not surprisingly, she travels quite bit.

A couple of days before she left, she got a call from her cousin, Annie. My wife will be 50 in a year or so and Annie is only in her early thirties. But the two of them are not only cousins, they are great friends too.

It turned out that Annie was going to be in town for a course of some kind and she wondered if she could come and stay at our place. My wife told her that she was going to be away on a trip, but that Annie was more than welcome to doss down in our spare room. 'You can keep an eye on Jack for me,' she said.

Well, if someone was going to be 'keeping an eye on me', I had no problem with it being Annie. She's tall and dark and very sexy. (Well, I find her very sexy anyway.) If you're old enough to remember the girls in Robert Palmer's videos from the '80s -- dark hair pulled back, heavy black eye makeup, bright red lipstick, simple black belted dresses and black stocking-clad legs that went on forever -- you can picture Annie.

By the time she arrived on Tuesday night it was already well past eight o'clock. 'Have you had anything to eat?' I asked. She said that she had grabbed a sandwich on the train, but she would love a decent cup of coffee. 'OK,' I said. 'You go and get yourself unpacked and I'll make a pot of coffee.'

'Actually, I wouldn't mind a shower as well,' she said.

'Well, you know where it is,' I told her. 'And I think Mary has put a couple of clean towels on your bed. If not, you'll find some in the tall cupboard in the bathroom.'

Thanks,' she said.

Two or three minutes later, I heard the shower going. I figured that I'd wait until I heard it stop again before I made the coffee. I remembered from previous visits that Annie liked to take a long shower.

When Annie eventually came down to the kitchen again she was wearing a sort of hot pink tunic-length wrap-around robe. And that appeared to be all that she was wearing. 'That feels better,' she said.

Annie sat down at the small kitchen table, and I poured out a couple of cups of coffee and handed one of them across to her. As she leaned forward to take the cup, the top of her robe fell open slightly -- giving me a very nice view of her smallish perky breasts. The old saying 'a handful is more than enough' came to mind. I also noticed that her nipples were standing out like proverbial organ stops. 'Is it warm enough in here?' I asked. 'We could take the coffee through to the sitting room if you like.'

Annie rubbed her hands together briskly causing her tits to shimmy just a little. 'Yeah, maybe,' she said. 'Mind you, it's my own fault; I probably should have brought a proper bathrobe with me.'

'That one looks fine to me,' I said. 'But let's go through to the sitting room anyway.'

'OK,' she said.

'After you,' I said -- gentleman that I am. Of course sending her on ahead also gave me the opportunity to feast my eyes on her shapely behind. From the way in which her buttocks were moving, I figured that she was either wearing a particularly skimpy thong or no knickers at all.

Annie sat down on the couch and placed her coffee cup on the table in front of her. I sat opposite her in my favourite leather arm chair. When she had been standing, her robe came about halfway down her thighs; when she sat down, it covered considerably less.

'Mary mentioned that you're down here for a course,' I said. 'Something interesting?'

She told me what it was -- and how she had come to be selected for it -- but, to be honest, I wasn't really paying that much attention. My mind was on her; on her sparkling eyes, her slightly up-turned nose, her fascinating lips, and her absolutely fabulous legs. At one point she rearranged her legs letting her shapely thighs part briefly, and I got the answer to my earlier question: she wasn't wearing any knickers. There was a definite flash of a broad but neatly-trimmed landing strip.

The following day -- Wednesday -- we didn't really see much of each other. We both had early starts and late finishes. In fact, I was so late in arriving home that Annie was already in bed. We didn't see much of each other on Thursday morning either. But then on Thursday evening, we both arrived home early.

'The others were going for a farewell drink,' Annie said. 'But as tempting as it sounded, after being shut in a windowless room with them all for a couple of days, I decided that I had had enough.'

'Fair enough,' I said. 'But maybe I can tempt you to accompany me to The Grape & Grain -- you know, that bar just around the corner.'

'That would be nice,' she said. 'Are you thinking we should go right now?'

'Why not?'

'Why not indeed,' she said. 'Just give me five minutes to freshen up.'

Five minutes was more like ten minutes. But, when she returned, she had the full Palmer-girl look: black eye makeup, bright red lipstick, little black dress with a broad belt, and, of course, black stockings. 'You look great,' I said.

She smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek. But then she said: 'Oops. We might need a tissue. We now have matching lipstick. And I have to say it doesn't really suit you.' And she laughed.

It must have been about six by the time we reached The Grape & Grain, and the place was already quite busy. 'OK, why don't you set up camp here,' I said, claiming one of the few remaining tables, 'and I'll go and get us something to drink. White wine?'

'Perfect,' she said.

I got us a bottle of Muddy Water Dry Riesling -- all the way from New Zealand. On the wine list it was described as having 'a hint of buttered toast with lime and ginger marmalade, and a crisp, dry finish'. Lime and ginger marmalade? Well, it was long past breakfast time, but I decided that we should give it a try anyway.

As I walked back to the table, I noticed that Annie had already caught the eye of quite a few of the bar's patrons -- both male and female.

'Well, what do you think?' I asked, after Annie had taken a sip of the wine.

'Very nice,' she said. 'I can remember my mother being rather partial to a glass of Riesling, but I'm sure it was nothing like this.'

As the level of the wine in the bottle went down, the cares of the day began to melt away. And a few inhibitions -- both mine and Annie's -- went with them. At one point, Annie had to go off to 'powder her nose' and, as I watched her walk away, I again thought what a beautiful backside she had. Normally, I would have had the good sense to keep this thought to myself. But when she returned, I shared it with her. 'You know, you have a great arse,' I said.

I wasn't sure how Annie would react. But I needn't have worried. She just smiled. 'You think so?'

'I know so,' I said. 'I'm a renowned authority on great arses.'

'You don't think it's too big?'

'Not at all,' I assured her. 'It's perfect.'

'Thank you,' she said. 'I'll take that as a compliment.'

As we neared the end of the wine, I realised that I was starting to feel just a little light headed. And then I also realised that I had had nothing to eat all day. With my early start, I hadn't really felt like breakfast. And at lunchtime I had been stuck in a traffic jam on the M40. 'Do you feel like going to get something to eat?' I asked Annie.'

'Mmm. Yes, I do,' she said.

We left The Grape & Grain and strolled over to Smith's on the off chance that they might be able to squeeze us in. Marco, the maître d', frowned -- but then Marco always frowned when someone turned up without a reservation. 'For two?' he said, appraising Annie with a connoisseur's eye. 'Hmm. Let me see. Yes, I think it's your lucky night,' he said, eventually. And he led us to a table and left us with a couple of menus and a wine list.

A waiter brought us a basket of fresh, warm, yeasty-smelling bread and a small bowl of olive oil, and then went away to get us a bottle of Sancerre.

'I'm tempted to start with some oysters,' I said.

'A dozen?' Annie asked.

'Maybe just half a dozen,' I replied. 'Don't want to get the old fella's hopes up too much. I'm going to be sleeping on my own again tonight.'

Annie smiled. 'Oh, you never know,' she said. 'The maître d' chap did say that it was your lucky night. Maybe I should have some too.' And that was how it started. For the next hour or so, every second word seemed to have a hidden sexual connotation. And sometimes not that well hidden.

By the time we got home, we both had a bit of a buzz on. 'What do you think? One more small glass of wine?' I asked.

'Why not?' Annie said. 'It's still early.'

I poured us another couple of glasses of wine -- this time a warming cabernet blend all the way from Chile. I also flicked the switch on the sound system and selected a suitable playlist from the iPod -- suitable, that is, for sipping wine in the softly-lit sitting room.

'I like this song,' Annie said. 'What is it?'

'George Barnes Quartet. I think. The track is "I Can't Get Started with You" -- I'm sure of that.'

'Well, you haven't really tried yet,' Annie said softly. 'Come on, let's dance.'

And so we did. We both got to our feet, and I took Annie in my arms. It started out (almost) innocently. But as we danced a slow -- well, foxtrot, I suppose -- Annie pulled me tighter against her body, her crotch almost grinding against mine.

My hands slid lower, until I had one hand on each globe of her magnificent arse. I looked at her for any sign of disapproval. But there was none. 'Mmm. That feels good,' she said.

As we danced, I could feel my cock stirring. Annie smiled. 'The oysters are working then,' she said.

'I don't think it's just the oysters,' I told her.

She smiled again. 'Well, it can't be the wine,' she said. 'Surely.'

'It could, of course, be you,' I suggested. And I slowly raised the back of her little black dress until I could get both of my hands on her almost naked arse. I think it was somewhere about that point that we kissed. And then we were no longer dancing; we were standing in the middle of the sitting room kissing and fondling. My hand was on her pussy, fingering her through her knickers, and her hand was massaging my hard cock through the fabric of my pants.

'What now?' I asked.

'I think I need to take this belt off,' she said. 'Otherwise you're not going to be able to take my dress off. And I assume you do want to take my dress off.'

'Seems like a good idea to me,' I said. 'Don't want to get it all mussed up.'

Annie removed her belt and I helped her out of her dress. I had expected her bra and knickers to be black. But I was wrong. 'Red!' I said, with undisguised surprise.

'To match my lipstick. You don't approve?'

'Oh, on the contrary,' I said. 'I approve very much.'

Annie smiled. 'Good. And now I think we need to remove some of your clothes.' And so we did. And, to cut a long story short, one thing led to another -- as it so often does -- and about five minutes later we were upstairs on her bed.

I must confess that, once we got to the bedroom, the preliminaries were somewhat limited. It was a matter of off with her knickers and down to the seriously-delightful business of eating her pussy. And what a pussy: slick with juices, and having a fragrant bouquet reminiscent of a fresh rosé on a warm summer afternoon. And then, five or ten minutes later, she said that it was her turn.

By then, my cock had lost some of its rigidity. But the sight of it disappearing between her still somewhat red lips soon had it back to full attention. I must say that Annie was an expert at sucking cock: just enough action to keep me seriously interested, but not enough to push me over the top. It was wonderful indeed. And then she straddled my body and lowered her wet pussy down onto my also wet shaft.

'Oh, yes,' she said. 'That feels so fucking good.'

Slowly at first, she raised herself up and then lowered herself back down until my whole cock was inside her. Up and down. Up and down. In and out. And the she started to pick up the pace. Up and down. In and out. Faster and faster.

Her breathing became shorter and shorter as the strokes became faster and faster. And the patch of bare flesh just above her bright red bra became more and more flushed. Eventually she let out a little scream. And then a louder one. 'Oh, fucking yes!' she said. 'Fucking yes!'

And it was a yes from me too. My cock reached the point where I could hang on no longer. It was time to let go.

Afterwards, we both lay there, side by side, looking at the ceiling. 'So,' I said eventually, 'what is a beautiful young lady like you doing with an old bloke like me?'

'You're not that old,' she said. 'And I've fancied you for ages. For as long as I can remember in fact.'

'Really?' I said.

'You know, in a sexual way. Don't worry; not to marry or anything. But Mary reckoned I wasn't your type. "You can try," she said, "but I don't think you'll get anywhere."'

'She said that?' Was I hearing correctly? Or was I imagining things? 'She said that you could try and ... well ...?'

Annie nodded slightly. 'Yeah.'

'When?' I wanted to know.

'Oh, about a year ago.'

Mary? My wife Mary? I was confused. 'Was she by any chance drunk at the time?'

'Hmm ... not particularly. We may have had a couple of wines -- but, no, she wasn't particularly tiddly or anything.'

'So ... where did this conversation take place?'

'Right here. In this bed actually. We'd been doing what girls do -- well, some girls anyway -- and we were just lying here, talking about stuff. A bit like you and me now. And I asked her if she'd ever thought about a threesome -- you know, with the three of us.'

'And what did she say?'

'She said she had, but she thought that you'd be a bit uncomfortable with the idea.'

I didn't know what to say.

'Would you?' Annie asked. 'Be uncomfortable, I mean.'

Would I? I could see where Mary may have been coming from. When Mary and I had first got together, Annie was still at school. And even later, when she was a grown woman, she still fell into the look-but-don't-touch category. She was Mary's baby cousin, for goodness sake! 'Mmm? Maybe once,' I said. 'But not anymore.'

Annie smiled. 'Well, Mary's back tomorrow. Perhaps I should stay another night.' 



Annie



Thanks to Amanda A for editing



We were standing around on our morning break at work, talking about nothing in particular. The conversation turned to the company's recent hires. One of my co-workers blurted out, "What about that new hire in accounting? The short one. You should see the gazongas on that baby!"

Right behind him a soft but firm voice intoned, "They're breasts, and I'm not a baby."

Still not quite realizing what a jerk he had been, my colleague mumbled an ineffective apology and slinked away hoping not to be noticed any further. I was left standing in front of the new hire. Though he was rude and disrespectful, my colleague had noticed the obvious - the new hire did have enormous breasts, too big to hide under her professional navy blue skirt-suit, white blouse and jacket. Her naturally curly dark hair framed a cheery-looking round face with full lips and a turned-up nose. Trying my best not to stare at those non-gazongas, I also noted wide flaring hips and curves everywhere.

The new hire looked at me quizzically while I strained to focus on her eyes. Finally I managed to apologize for my colleague's rude remark. She responded, "Don't apologize - it wasn't your fault. That kind of thing happens to me more often than you might think. Oh, I'm Annie, the new actuarial assistant."

Annie extended her hand and we shook. Even that was an erotic experience, her hand soft and cool, enclosing mine just a little longer than what's customary. Her breasts wobbled a bit despite her professional outfit as she leaned forward. Again straining to keep my tongue from hanging out I responded "Hi, great to meet you. I'm Mike Higgins, I write most of our custom software. I think our offices are close together."

"I'm impressed already. You have some great user interfaces, and the macros are easy to link. I was up and running in less than an hour."

So Annie was intelligent as well as well-endowed. We exchanged a little small talk, and at the end of our break she invited me to lunch. "I'm new here so I don't know many people. You're the first person here to talk with me as a person, not an object or a cog in the machine. Most people are intimidated, they either avoid me or stare and let their tongues hang out like your colleague there. The women are mostly jealous and resentful."

Of course I accepted her invitation. I managed to avoid staring with my tongue hanging out, I think. She had found a small inexpensive restaurant a few blocks away that offered two-person booths with a bit of privacy. Her personality turned out to be as bouncy as her figure as she told me her story. Her husband John had died a year before, hit by a drunk driver. It happens thousands of times every year, she pointed out, but you still can't imagine such a thing can happen to you. She cried for three days, then cried herself to sleep every night for a month. With no children she was utterly alone, and at 36 she felt she was too old to start over. John had left some financial support, but she needed the social contact and sense of self-worth that a job provides. She sold their big house in the suburbs, with all its plans and memories, and found a nice but small apartment near the office.

I told her my somewhat simpler story, on my first real job after way too much education. I was only 25, single, unattached at the moment. Abruptly we realized that our lunch hour was over as we hurried back to the firm. Time flies when you're...

We went to lunch every day at that restaurant after that afternoon, the 'Foca Calda'. Eventually they would hold a booth for us even if the tables were full and people were waiting. Though nothing was said, I think the waiters enjoyed watching Annie's tits jiggle as we walked across to our booth. No matter what she wore, she couldn't prevent at least a little jiggle. Thinking back, I don't think she wanted to. We talked about everything - the weather, politics, even religion (both of us had gotten over it), but we avoided the obvious. We nearly convinced each other that we were just platonic friends who enjoyed each other's company. That was certainly part of it, but I knew that there was no guy with whom I would happily spend my lunch hour every day, chatting about whatever, and she knew it too. 

After a few weeks Annie started sending subtle signs, leaning forward to make a point, touching my arm, tossing her head. I'm not even sure she was aware of it. No, wait, I'm sure she was, but she didn't want to make it obvious. It would have been too embarrassing if I hadn't been interested, especially with the difference in our ages.

Finally I gathered up the courage to take things a little further, in small steps of course so that Annie could bow out without things getting awkward. I invited her out to a movie on a Sunday night, emphasizing that it wasn't a big deal, just more fun to go to the movies with someone than to go alone. She hesitated before agreeing.

The theater was near Annie's apartment, so I rang her bell at the building entrance. A minute later she appeared in the lobby, dressed more informally than her invariably conservative outfits at work. A low-cut black dress nearly covered some kind of bra that let her breasts jiggle quite a bit more than they did at work. Her bare dŽcolletage reached about halfway to the nipples. Her hem came to mid-thigh, revealing but not inappropriate. The movie was a romantic comedy, light fluff but just right for the sort of first 'date' that we were experimenting with. In one scene of the movie the female romantic lead confronted her boyfriend topless, facing away from the camera, but it was clear that the boyfriend was excited to see her bare breasts. Staring intently at the screen, Annie reached over and gripped the inside of my thigh. That made my ever-enthusiastic cock jump; that thing is the eternal optimist, preparing itself for intercourse even in the most unlikely situations. I put my arm around her and gently held her shoulder for the rest of the movie. 

We walked back to Annie's building hand in hand, not discussing this new turn in our relationship. In her lobby we found ourselves facing each other arm in arm as though dancing. Her body felt marvelous, soft and yielding, her breasts caressing my chest even when she leaned back, a sea of soft quivering flesh tantalizing me. She reached up on tiptoe to plant a kiss on my cheek, soft and warm, inviting yet reserved. Looking at me with her penetrating blue eyes, she breathed 'see you tomorrow' and disappeared into the elevator. Her intoxicating presence lingered for a few seconds afterward.

That night I thought about nothing but Annie, wondering how carefully she had selected her outfit, reliving each comment and jiggle. At our lunch on Monday we fell into a conversation about the topic we had avoided for a month, each of us not wanting to risk offending the other. 

"I saw you checking out my breasts last night. I didn't mind, no, really it was ok, I wore that dress to give you a little treat. I've seen you eyeing me. It's not like that jerk the day we met, because now we know each other as people, and my breasts can be part of the relationship too. You're respectful, you don't leer, but I can tell what you're thinking."

"I'll admit it, Annie, I've been fascinated by your, um, physical presence ever since we met, but I didn't want to push you. I think we had a breakthrough last night. I'm not sure where it's going but I'm ready for the journey."

"Actually there's still a lot you don't know about me, a side of my past and my needs that I've kept hidden. I'm a bit apprehensive about confessing that side to you. But now you know me better. I think it's time."

"Go on, I'm on pins and needles!"

"Careful, you might get pricked. So Michael, here's my confession. John and I had an active sex life - we made love almost every day. It was wonderful, I miss that desperately. He would play with my tits before he stripped me naked and had his way with me - and I with him. He said that every minute that my tits weren't on display was a waste of natural resources."

"Well, I'll have to agree with him there," I chuckled, staring at those resources. She almost blushed.

"And Mike, it went further than that. He wanted to literally put my tits on display, but I didn't want to walk around half-naked in public. So he, really we, organized some little parties where I was the entertainment. He would find a couple of guys somewhere, polite young guys mostly, and invite them over to our house. I'd be dressed in something provocative - sometimes a really low-cut dress, sometimes something with a transparent front panel. Once he dressed me in a bikini top that was a joke - it barely covered my nipples, everything shook and jiggled dangerously. A few times I'd come in with normal clothes on, and John would unbutton my blouse, unclip my bra and fondle my bare tits right in front of them. 

"Most times John would invite them to sit on our couch and I'd sit in a chair pulled up right in front of them. I'd ask them if they like my titties, which always embarrassed them and got a laugh from us, though of course we were too polite to actually laugh. They'd mumble something or other, which I would take as an invitation, and I'd slowly expose myself almost within reaching distance. By the time I was naked to the waist my nipples were like rocks, I was so turned on. John would come up behind me and fondle my tits. Sometimes he'd get rough, stretching and pulling, sometimes he'd scratch me right across the nipples, he'd pinch and twist and bounce them. The rougher he got, the more aroused I got. Then he'd ask me to sit down between the 2 guys, and he'd invite them to fondle me and kiss my nipples. It looked like he was demanding that I do those things, but I wanted it as much as he did. It was so hot, Mike, you can't imagine."

"Wow, I'm imagining already. I'd like to do more than imagine. Maybe we could practice some of those moves sometime?"

"Oh gosh! We're late getting back to work!"

Our sexual innuendo escalated for the rest of the week. On Thursday Annie gave me the invitation every man in the office had dreamed of since the day she started there. "Come over to my apartment tonight about 7, I'll feed you some lasagna and then I'll be the entertainment."

I thought of nothing else all afternoon. I even walked over to her cubicle and glimpsed her from behind, just to make sure she was real. I did it twice. I could see the fine hairs on the back of her neck.

That evening my hand was shaking as I rang her bell and she buzzed me in. As I had hoped, Annie's attire was as suggestive as what she had implied at her lunchtime confession. Her black strapless dress had a normal skirt, but she had pulled the elastic hem of the top down nearly to her nipples, which made points under the clingy material, stiff the whole evening. Obviously there was no bra. I could see all that bare skin, soft and inviting, quivering with her every move. 

"I see by your eyes that you appreciate my top."

"Mostly I appreciate what's under it, and the person they belong to."

"Good answer. Let's eat before we get carried away. Then we can get carried away after dinner."

So I had to wait, but I enjoyed Annie's erotic presence through the meal, her sparkling eyes and visible excitement. Lasagna, salad, port wine for dessert, and we were ready. Annie sat me down on her couch and pulled up a chair in front of me, as I imagined she had done at her little parties with her husband. Without saying a word she slowly pulled her dress down. Broad alveoli appeared, pink and covered with little bumps. Her nipples followed, then the whole breast. She was shivering, I was agog with concentration. She lifted her boobs for me, soft and flexible, squeezing and stroking. I found myself leaning forward and staring.

"I shouldn't tease you like this. I'm only doing it because it reminds me of the awesome parties I had with John."

Annie got up and straddled my legs, then sat on my knees to push her tits into my face. I took her invitation, finally touching and kissing what I'd been admiring for weeks. She moaned and pulled my face between her tits. When she pushed on the outsides of them they reached all the way to my ears. I stroked and kissed and sucked and pinched while she pushed her chest forward, moaning and cooing. I was lost in breast heaven. That smooth skin was soft and a little cool, her nipples hard and warm.

Finally she swung over to sit beside me, flushed and sweating; I put an arm around her and held a boob in each hand. While I gently stroked her nipples she looked up at me, kissed me on the cheek, and said, "Mike, keep stroking, but I have to finish my confession. John and I went even further. He thought my pussy was getting neglected at our little parties. So I practiced doing a striptease for him and our guests.Three men would watch me take off my clothes and show them everything. John told me that the idea of a striptease is to seduce the audience, to show them what a good fucker you are. I learned to swivel my hips and open up my pussy lips for them. Does it shock you that I'm being so frank, that I did those things?"

"I guess, a little, but as long as I'm fondling these wonderful tits you can confess anything you want."

"Well, that's how I got to display my pussy and my whole naked body. At the end John would lie me on our dining room table - we had an open design house - and he'd spread my legs and push them up to my shoulders. My bare pussy was on display for the men to get a closer look. And then, Mike, he'd pull down his pants and fuck me, hard, right there in front of those other guys. It felt electric - having them there amplified the whole experience. He'd invite them to touch me and kiss me while he did it. Mike, I can't describe my feelings, having one guy sucking each tit and my man inside my pussy at the same time, guys stroking my thighs or kissing my mouth. I was respectable by day, a wanton slut by night. At first I was too nervous to really enjoy it, but by the second or third time I looked forward to our parties. I'd walk around all afternoon in the dress I have on now, flashing John my tits and my pussy, aching to get started. I'd be soaked long before our guests arrived."

I took Annie's confession as an invitation to investigate her pussy as well. I pulled up her skirt and found she wasn't wearing panties, although it wasn't that surprising after what she had said. "Oh, you naughty girl - no panties? I think you must have planned to show me your pussy tonight."

"Guilty as charged. Actually I've been looking forward to this for weeks. Touch me, please, it's been so long..."

I squeezed her smooth, fleshy thighs and slid a hand up to her pussy, my other hand still massaging a boob. She moaned and scooted forward to give me better access. I slipped a finger inside her and wiggled it around while she squirmed. Her pubic hair was already soaked; the intoxicating aroma of sex emanated from her.

"Mike, this is so wonderful. Would you please stay tonight and, um, fuck me? I know I'm older than you, it's an impossible relationship, but... I need it."

That's the kind of invitation that doesn't need repeating. Annie worked on my belt and fly. Finally she stood, grabbed my hand and led me to her bed. We were both naked by the time we got there. Lying on her back, monster tits flopped a bit to the sides, legs spread and pussy lips already retracted, she was the picture of erotic invitation. I laid down beside her, then on top of her, biting her tits and feeling that magical head-to-toe body contact. We embraced and rolled around together. Somehow my cock found her entrance without either of us making a conscious effort, I think, and I entered her slick tight tunnel. She gasped, ramming her hips forward, almost a convulsion. "Ah, Mike, that feels so wonderful, slide in and out, squeeze my boobs, send me to paradise."

Annie was a fantastic lover, gentle but intense, affectionate, skilled. I didn't last long in her erotic grip. The feeling welled up - at the last minute I grunted, "Annie, are you protected?"

"Uh, yes, I put my diaphragm in before you arrived. It's a little late, but thanks for asking."

That awkward exchange over, we slipped again into paradise. Her body had a softness that invited squeezing and stroking everywhere. I pulled out just in time - she understood why. I squeezed a giant boob between my hands and worked it around while Annie looked down, watching it jiggle and undulate. I kissed it and bit where it counts; she gasped and moved me to the other boob. She turned onto her knees and elbows. When I reached around her I found her boobs grazing the sheet. I entered her again, soft, warm, and quivering. "Fuck me hard, Mike, fuck me, push in all the way, go fast, don't stop. Come inside my cunt."

So she liked to talk dirty when the time came. I started with a savage thrust. She yelped and pushed back, pressing her head to the sheets to open herself up even more for me. I pumped, she moaned. Her broad ass jiggled and shook. Her hands grasped my thighs to pull me in harder. Still pushing, I leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"You like fucking, don't you? We're going to do this a lot. You're so sexy, such a great fuck."

That did it. She stiffened, muffled a scream, her whole body vibrated. She fell prone on the bed, my cock still implanted, as I felt the rhythmic squeezes. They seemed to go on forever.

When it was over Annie pulled me down and gave me a long kiss on the mouth, expressing her gratitude with her tongue. We were totally lost in each other, oblivious to everything else. She rolled over onto her back, pulled me on top, and with one hand she somehow squeezed my half-hard cock back into her still-soaked pussy. We started a slow, easy series of deep penetrations, each a discovery of magical bliss, until I felt the upwelling again. I passed the point where the ejaculation can't be stopped, raised myself up on my arms, stared into her eyes and exploded inside her. She grabbed me by the ass with both hands to pull me in as far as possible, while I convulsed again and again and again...

We rested, naked in each other's arms. Annie looked different, with messy hair and an expression of peace on her face that I had never seen before. In a little-girl voice she thanked me, covered my face with kisses, and pressed her boobs again into my mouth. She was the best lover I could imagine, and she nearly cried when I told her so. We fell asleep, without even cleaning up.

A persistent buzzing penetrated my consciousness. After a while I realized it was my alarm, no, it was Annie's alarm. We jumped up with a start. "Quick," she said, suddenly all earnest and professional again. "We need to shower and get dressed. We have to be at work in 45 minutes."

We showered together 'to save time'. Annie said it would be too quick to really enjoy, but I enjoyed it anyway. A dash of orange juice and cold cereal, and we rushed to the office hand in hand. A block from the door Annie released my hand and reminded me that we had to act professional at the office, not revealing our new-found relationship. We'd meet for lunch as usual. With that she hurried in in front of me, not looking back, and jumped into an elevator without me.

You can imagine the discussion we had at lunchtime. Did we want to continue? Of course. When? Tonight - why delay when the pleasure is so intense? Then the tougher questions: Did we want to go further, to involve others as she and John had done? We decided to put that one off for a while.

After work I dropped in at my apartment to collect a few things - I had been wearing the same clothes for 2 days - and picked up some takeout before ringing Annie's bell. This time there was less tension, because we both knew what we wanted and we knew that the other one wanted it too. Annie greeted me at her door with what looked like her business attire, but as soon as the door closed she was all over me with kisses and hugs. She took off her business jacket and blouse to reveal that too-small, too-transparent bikini bra that she had talked about. "When I moved I had to throw away a lot, Mike, but I kept my erotic stuff."




Annie



I told her I was glad of that, we'd get some use out of it. She almost blushed. Almost. I came up behind her, took those boobs in my hands, and kissed her on the neck. She kissed me back, then pushed me away.

After that I somehow I kept my hands off of Annie through dinner and cleanup, but then she told me that she wanted to show me the striptease that she had done at the little parties that she and John had indulged in. She was very good - first just posturing, pulling her shoulders back, then shaking those enormous boobs in my direction, staring at me, biting her lower lip. She slipped out of her skirt, now dancing in just that tiny bra and some equally sexy panties. For a woman of her dimensions, she was surprisingly graceful. Her hips began to undulate forward and back, then shook side to side, those magnificent boobs trembling.

"Annie, I had no idea about these talents of yours..."

"Hold on, big boy, I'm just getting started."

Slowly, slowly Annie slipped her fingers inside her bra, starting at her neck, pulling the strings apart. Her boobs sprung free, but she covered her nipples with her hands while she lifted, twisted and shimmied. Even though I had seen them and touched them and sucked on them before, it was tantalizing and fascinating. And even frustrating.

Finally with a flourish she lifted her boobs nearly to her face and released them. With a swing of her shoulders they wobbled down in front of me. I lifted my hands, but she grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the arms of my chair while her distended nipples grazed my forehead, then my lips. She jumped back and began sliding her panties down. She stopped when her pubic hair was peeking out and the panties were just a ribbon of cloth across her hips, holding her hands behind her head and letting her hips rotate as if of their own will. At last she turned, slipped out of her last clothing and presented herself to me naked, legs spread, shoulders back in sexual display. 

"Now, Mike, reach out and slide a finger into my cunt. Deeper. Now flick my clit with your thumb."

I flicked, she jumped, her face and torso crimson with lust. When she could no longer stand it she abruptly twisted away and plopped down beside me, the tension gone. We embraced as I somehow quickly stripped.

"Wow, babe, that was fantastic. You were so sexy..."

"You expected not sexy? I've worked at it, I practiced until John was a lump of pudding. And I'm not a baby."

Remembering our first meeting, I dryly pointed out that when you're naked the relationship changes.

"Mike, that whole dance was different because I was doing the sorts of things that I could do in front of a group. Imagine some other guys sitting around the room. I'd dance in front of each one of them, I'd let them do what you did to me. Now for the final act. Fuck me, Mike, fuck me right here in my living room where the others might be sitting. Where they could all experience it with us."

Annie stretched her arms out along the back of her couch, her boobs lifting up, and scooted forward to present her pussy to me at the edge of her seat. I knelt between her spread legs and penetrated her easily, slowly, as though that were the inevitable most natural thing in the world. We rutted for a long time in that position, me imagining that she had her arms around two other guys who finally leaned over and had their way with her boobs. The feelings boiled up in both of us, pushing each other to the brink.

Finally Annie murmured, "Give it to me, Mike, while the guys watch."

That set us both off on a long continuous bout of Annie squirming, squealing, lifting her hips up from her seat to get me in deeper, contractions coming and coming and coming. I came longer than I thought possible, always another twinge, another thrust, another contraction. When it was over I lifted her onto the couch and slipped in beside her. We rested, exhausted.

"Annie, I think I'm in love."

"Careful with that word. I'm ready for sex, but I don't know about the rest. You're great, Mike, don't get me wrong. But let's go one step at a time."

"I'll stay the night and fuck you some more. Tomorrow's Saturday, we can fuck again in the morning, then shower, then fuck again..."

"Sounds wonderful. Just what I had in mind. We'll fuck, and chew on each other's naughty bits, and do everything. But then, Mike, then, I want to talk about organizing one of those little sex parties. While we were fucking just now I was imagining another guy sitting on each side of me, mauling my boobs."

So we shared some of the same kinky urges. It didn't seem possible after what we had just been through, but my cock jumped again. Annie noticed.

END OF PART ONE



Annie



It was at a birthday party for mutual friends that Arnold ran into Andy. They'd known each other for quite a while, but Arnold hadn't really seen Andy since his recent wedding to Wilma.

Too recent a wedding, Arnold thought, for the pair to be looking so out of sorts with each other. It appeared that there was a bit of marital discord in the wings. 

"A wise and discerning man," thought Arnold, "knows that where marital discord is concerned, you don't go near it without a policeman at your side and two attack Dobermans, slavering on their leashes."

Arnold considered the problem. Then he considered Wilma. Red haired, beautiful, skin like cream, eyes like emeralds, a figure that Venus herself would have envied, and quite vivacious, except when she talked to Andy. Something had to be done.

A little bit of manoeuvring had Arnold chatting to Wilma in short order, and as far as he was concerned she confirmed his first impressions. She was a lovely and vivacious young woman who had a shadow pass over her when her husband was mentioned.

Moving on, Arnold was soon talking to Andy. Eventually cutting him out of the group they were with, Arnold raised the subject uppermost in his mind. 

"You have a lovely wife, Andy. I was quite charmed by her. So what's gone wrong?"

"What? Nothing. I don't know what you're talking about," returned Andy.

"Bullshit," drawled Arnold. "It's obvious to me that something's badly wrong and it looks to me like you need someone else to help you straighten it out."

"Even if there was, you wouldn't be able to help," Andy told him, 'butt out' plain in his voice.

"Ah. Either a sex problem or a woman problem or both," observed Arnold. "If you tell me what, I may be able to refer you to someone who could have a chat with Wilma for you and help get things sorted out."

Andy glared at Arnold, half irritated, half hopeful. 

"All right. I'm not saying this is what the problem is, but what do you do about a woman who doesn't like sex? Someone who just lies there and waits for you to finish?"

"I'd stop and wonder what I'm doing wrong," thought Arnold, manfully refraining from telling Andy that.

"Well, I'd probably get her to have a chat with someone who has experience and who likes sex," Arnold told Andy. He typed an address into his phone and sent it to Andy.

"If you send your wife to that address and get her to ask for Annie, she'll be able to discuss things with Annie. Annie, she'll find is a font of good advice. Just have her text when she wants to drop by and Annie will let her know if that's convenient. Can't hurt, can it?"

After spending another uncomfortable night with his wife, Andy decided any help must be better than none at all. Accordingly, he suggested to Wilma that she might give Annie a ring and discuss the problems they were having. He was quite willing to come along with her if she wished.

Wilma sighed. She knew that they were having problems, but she wasn't sure they were all her fault as Andy insisted. It might be nice to have someone disinterested to whom she could talk. She could always drag Andy along another time.

Wilma sent off a message to Annie, asking if she could drop by and see her. She received a reply saying that Annie would be available all that day. Did she have the address? Assuring Annie that she had the address, Wilma agreed to be there about two o'clock.

At two, Arnold opened the door and welcomed Wilma.

"Hi, Wilma. Come on in."

"Oh, hullo, Arnold," said Wilma, slightly confused. "I understood I was to meet Annie here?"

"Is Andy still calling me that?" asked Arnold. "It's a hangover from when we were kids. Everyone used to call me Arnie, but Andy had trouble with his R's and he'd just called me Annie. It caught on and soon all the kids used to call me Annie. It was the bane of my life for a while."

"Yes, I can see where it could be," said Wilma, "but you're a man," she added desperately.

"Well, yes, I am. So clever of you to notice," said Arnold, smiling.

"I mean, I was expecting to meet with an older woman who I could talk to," protested Wilma.

"Instead you're stuck with me, and you feel reluctant to talk to me because I'm a man and I couldn't possibly understand and there's no way in hell you're going to discuss your sex life with a man, especially one you barely know. Does that sum it up?"

Wilma nodded, mutely.

"Well, if it's any consolation to you, I already know what's wrong and who's fault it is. I just don't know the why of the problem," said Arnold.

"You can't," said Wilma. "How can you?"

"A minor matter for a man of my amazing talents," replied Arnold. "And also, Andy has no idea of how much he reveals when he thinks he's being clever and not saying anything."

"You asked Andy?" queried Wilma, outraged.

"Of course I asked Andy. You don't think he was going to volunteer personal stuff like that of his own bat, did you?"

"But why?"

Arnold smiled. "I was curious."

"You were curious. And you think that gives you the right to interfere?"

"Yes. Now shall we discuss your problem?"

"No. I'm leaving. And what makes you think it's my problem?"

"Because," said Arnold gently, "you freeze during sex and spoil it for Andy. It couldn't possibly be Andy's fault, because he's the man. The question is, why do you freeze? You don't know and Andy doesn't know but I may be able to help you work it out."

Wilma blushed. 

"Why can't it be Andy's fault?" she demanded.

"Oh, please," protested Arnold. "How could it possibly be the man's fault? We're perfect. Just ask us. I have worked out a way for you to determine why you're having this problem, you know. Once you know why you'll be able to get Andy to adapt a little to help you with your problem, if you get my drift."

"I'm not dumb," sighed Wilma. "Effectively, it doesn't matter whose problem it is. I've got to adopt it as mine and persuade Andy to help me fix it."

Arnold nodded. "Much better for his ego if he's making allowances to help you, rather than finding he's got a problem that he has to fix."

"And men are all about ego?" asked Wilma, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

"Not all of us," protested Arnold. "Some of us are so superb that we can rise above that sort of behaviour."

Wilma glared at him. 

"How can you make a comment like that with such a straight face?"

"Years of practice," said Arnold. "Would you like to hear my plan for helping you work out where the problem lies?"

Wilma sighed. "Seeing Andy told me to come and see you and I'm actually here, you might as well tell me."

"Don't sound so despondent," chided Arnold. "It's really quite simple. I'll make love to you until you freeze and then we can discuss why you froze and what you or Andy should do to get you past that point. It's not going to hurt my feelings if you suddenly freeze up and yell how dare you try to do such a dirty disgusting thing to me, but it may help you realise what's wrong."

"I see," said Wilma cynically. "I just get undressed and let you make love to me and everything is magically solved."

"For a start, you wouldn't be getting undressed while I pounce. I would tend to start very slowly, by kissing you while you're fully dressed, and see how things progress. Second, if you're freezing up, I won't be able to make love to you because you'll call a halt at that point. Third, if we seem to be going too far, you can call a halt at any time. I won't mind. And fourth, I won't guarantee anything will be resolved. For all I know it may turn out that you're a natural lesbian and the sight of a man is what is causing you to freeze. 

Basically, it's a case of are you willing to take a chance and see where it leads?"

"I am not a lesbian," stated Wilma firmly. "I won't have to take my clothes off?"

"You won't have to take your clothes off to start. Again, I won't guarantee that you won't lose some of them as we progress, but it's not my intention to strip you."

Arnold paused for a moment, giving Wilma a quizzical look.

"Are you game to try? You can always call a halt if you feel you're getting out of your depth."

Wilma sagged slightly, seeming to lose a bit of energy. If she just went home and told Andy that she didn't want to talk to 'Annie' he'd get upset because she wasn't trying. Alternatively, if she stayed, who knew what might happen. Still, as Arnold said, she could always call stop if things seemed to be going wrong.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked. 

"Nothing too arduous to start with. Just sit on the couch next to me while I kiss you."

Wilma sat nervously next to Arnold, who turned her face towards him and then gently brushed his lips against hers.

"See," he murmured. "Just starting small and moving in tiny steps."

He leaned forward and brushed her lips again.

Little butterfly kisses on her lips, just fluttering past. Her lips pressing forward to meet them, then seeing his lips dart away again, laughing at her. Wilma found herself smiling back, leaning forward and trying to catch them.

Little butterfly kisses, slowly blooming into something more interesting.

Deeper kisses followed, exploring each other and tasting.

Wilma was startled to realise that a hand was on her breast, gently petting it. She instinctively reached down to push the hand away.

Arnold let his hand drop away, moving it to Wilma's waist while the kissing continued. Moving without undue haste, his hand slipped under Wilma's shirt and travelled back up to cup her breast, just gently stroking it through her bra.

Slowly realising that Arnold was holding her breast again, Wilma reached down to push his hand away, suddenly realised that it was under her shirt, and her hand was just resting on his through the shirt. She hesitated for a moment. It felt nice. She'd leave it for a while.

Kissing Wilma while gently rubbing her breast. Arnold eased his other hand behind her, undoing the clip on the bra, then rubbing his hand up and down Wilma's back. At the same time, the hand on her breast encouraged her bra to move up and away, letting him have proper access to her breasts.

Arnold hand was rubbing her breasts, Wilma realised. Somehow her bra had come undone and Arnold was now stoking her actual breasts, squeezing them and teasing her nipples. She should stop him, but this was why she'd come here. To find the point where she'd freeze up. She decided to let it go for now.

Both hands on Wilma's breasts, Arnold let his arms slowly push her top up until it slipped above her breasts, exposing them. He dropped his hands and looked at Wilma, letting her see that his eyes were dropping to view her breasts. Taking a deep breath, Arnold reached over and lifted Wilma's top, and she automatically lifted her arms while he took it off.

Arnold reached out and gently stoked the side of one of Wilma's breasts.

"Two snowy mounds, tipped with strawberry," he breathed softly, lowering his to take a nipple in his mouth and lightly suck on it. Arnold leant back, regarding the nipple, damp and erect, then bent his head again, laving the other nipple.

Wilma could see appreciation on Arnold's face as he reached out and cupped her breasts, his thumbs reaching up to softly manipulate her nipples. She shuddered slightly, an odd heat running down from her breasts and seeming to pool in the pit of her stomach.

Arnold's hand slid behind Wilma, supporting her back as he once more let his mouth take possession of her breasts, drifting from one to the other and back.

Wilma leaned against the hand supporting her, watching and feeling as Arnold coaxed little sensations out of her breasts, the feelings exciting her. She could feel the heat below growing. Partially, she slowly realised, because a hand was down then, rubbing against the front of her panties.

Arnold was going too far, thought Wilma, but it feels right. I can't stop it yet. I have to let it go a little longer to see what happens. I mustn't let nerves beat me. She gave a squeak, as she felt a finger slide under her panties, tracing along her mound, gently stroking. She put a hand to her mouth, determined to be silent, letting this new touch develop.

Arnold abandoned Wilma's breasts, returning to kissing her while his hand moved inside her panties and cupped her mound, gently squeezing and rubbing. Feeling her stirring and pressing against his hand, he withdrew.

Wilma was startled at the sudden withdrawal of Arnold's touch. It had felt -- interesting, she decided. Why had he stopped?

The soft urging for her to stand answered her question. Rising to her feet she looked down at him and saw his hands coming up inside her skirt. She held her breath in shock as she realised that Arnold was pulling her panties down. She wanted to protest, but if she did he'd stop, and she also wanted him to touch her again. Wondering whether to protest or not, Wilma found she was too late, she was already stepping out of her panties.

Drawing Wilma back down to the couch, Arnold continued the exploration of her body. 

"You are so smooth and soft," whispered Arnold, as his fingers traced her lips. "I can feel your warmth rising up to greet me," he murmured, as a finger slid deftly between her lips, gently stroking the hot inner flesh, increasing Wilma's heat and excitement.

After a few minutes, with Wilma's excitement evident in the flush of her face and her distracted look, Arnold backed off a little.

"Wilma," he said, "all your reactions and responses have been wonderfully normal to this point. It may be the maleness of your partner that scares you. Why don't you touch me and see how you feel."

Before Wilma could protest, if she had been going to protest, that was, Arnold had stood up and swiftly dropped his trousers and jocks. Settling back next to her, he eased one of Wilma's hands onto his lap, near, but not touching, his erection.

For a few moments Wilma looked straight ahead, not wanting to look at what was so tantalising close to her hand. At last her eyes flicked down, and she swallowed. Wilma watched her hand move, seemingly of its own volition, coming closer to and then closing around Arnold's erection.

Feeling Wilma take hold of him and start exploring his staff, Arnold returned to his own explorations of Wilma, lips, tongue and hands darting back and forth, teasing her lips, breasts and pussy, each in its turn.

Deciding more room was required, Arnold eased off the couch and onto the rug in front of it, taking Wilma with him and laying her down. He continued to run his hands over her body, but paying ever greater attention to her mound, coaxing her lips to yield and provide easy entry. His fingers were darting back and forth, slipping in and out of Wilma's vaginal passage and then moving around until he was rubbing her clitoris.

Wilma gasped when she felt a touch on her sensitive clitoris, hearing an answering gasp from Arnold as her hand tightened spasmodically, crushing his cock. She giggled, apologising.

"That's OK," said Arnold. "After all, I made you jump first."

"It seems to me that we've done about all we can do, and you seem absolutely normal and highly responsive to me. I think though, to be fair, I'll have to enter you a little way to see if that triggers your freeze. OK?"

Wilma froze internally at that. Enter her a little? He meant put his cock inside her, no matter how he phrased it. He wanted to have sex with her. 

"How little," she asked nervously.

"Why don't I just insert the head and you can see how it feels. Maybe push it a little deeper, depending on your reaction." 

Arnold shrugged. "We've gone this far. Should we really stop without trying that last little bit?"

"Lying bastard," Wilma thought. "You want to have sex with me and I know it. And what do I want," she wondered.

"I want to know if I'm going to freeze," she whispered.

Arnold nodded, and leant over her to kiss her. Wilma could feel his hand at her mound, easing her lips apart, and then she could feel him pressing lightly into her. Then Arnold's hands were up, cupping her breasts, while she could feel that alien presence in her body.

Wilma held her breath, waiting for Arnold to start pushing into her, taking her, even though he'd said he wouldn't. Waiting, and becoming impatient. Why wasn't he moving?

Impatience flaring, Wilma pushed against Arnold, forcing him a little deeper. 

"Again," said Arnold, and without thinking Wilma complied, pressing up harder and feeling Arnold sliding even deeper.

"Are you sure?" whispered Arnold, watching her eyes.

Wilma nodded, again pushing up against him, and this time feeling him answer her push with a thrust of his own, finally sinking fully into her.

Wilma twisted slowly against Arnold's cock, adjusting to the feel of it deep inside her. It was nice. No urgent rush. No painful pushing. Just a slow smooth entry and he was there, filling her nicely. She pressed up against Arnold, relishing the fullness within.

Feeling Wilma pressing up against him, Arnold reciprocated, pressing firmly down and into her. Withdrawing a little, he pressed down again, feeling Wilma rising eagerly to meet him. Slowly he took her deeper, increasing the lengths of his strokes slowly, letting Wilma meet them joyfully, her excitement building.

Wilma felt the movement within, going with it, feeling a tide rising deep within her. It was wonderfully exciting, but it wasn't enough. She didn't know what more she wanted, but she knew she wanted it.

"More," she pleaded, feeling that Arnold would understand, pleased when he responded with a grin, and a hard thrust that jolted a scream from her. Now she knew what she wanted, she realised, struggling to match Arnold's increased ferocity. Then struggling no longer but riding with him, bodies in harmony as they took their pleasure.

Arnold could feel their climaxes rising. He laughed down at Wilma, who was watching him, seeing her laugh back at him. Watching her, as he drove into her. Watching, as her eyes closed so that she could concentrate on the feelings within, shutting out the outside world.

Then watching as her eyes flared open in shock and a strangled scream broke from her as her climax hit her. Hastily driving into her to reach his own climax, letting them both come together in a final burst.

Settling down next to her, as she snuggled next to him, holding him within her, reluctant to let him go.

Finally moving apart, Wilma watched as Arnold dressed, then stared at her own clothes that seemed to have become scattered.

"You said you wouldn't undress me," she said, "but you did."

"Nonsense," returned Arnold, smiling at her. "You've still got your skirt on."

"If you can call having it bunched around my waist as having it on" she thought.

Hastily she started gathering her clothes and putting them on.

"What do I tell Andy," she wailed. "We don't seem to have discovered the reasons for my problems with him."

"Of course we have," chided Arnold. "I wouldn't let you down. Stop and think for a moment."

"Think about what?" Wilma demanded.

"What just happened to you?"

Wilma flushed. "You seduced me," she accused.

"And?"

"Oh," Wilma faltered. "I didn't freeze at all, did I?"

"Correct. Now, why didn't you freeze?"

"Good point," thought Wilma. "Why didn't I?"

"When you came into me," she said, blushing, "I remember thinking that there was no rush. No frantic pushing. It all happened slowly and naturally."

"So what do you tell Andy?" Arnold asked.

"I tell him that he's rushing me and needs to slow down," said Wilma triumphantly.

"Wrong," said Arnold. "You tell him that Annie said that you're a naturally slow starter and that Andy needs to take some time with you beforehand to bring you up to the mark. You accept the blame and Andy will probably be only too willing to show you that he can help you."




Annie



"In other words, I lie to him and lead him around by the nose," giggled Wilma.

"No. More like leading him around by the cock. Once you latch onto that, the rest will follow.

Just remember, if you have any more problems I'm only too willing to talk them through with you."



Annie



Annie

I hadn't seen her since the last day we worked together. Out of the blue she called and asked me for a reference. I told her I'd be glad to give her a good recommendation. A few days later a law firm called.



"Hello, this Mandy with Denton and Phillips. Anne Kelly has applied for a paralegal position with our firm and listed you as a reference. Do you have a few moments to talk?" 

"Of course," I replied. What do you need to know about Anne?"

They asked the standard questions: How long had I known her? How would I describe her work habits? Would I hire her again?

I gave her an exemplary recommendation and said that of course I'd hire her again. As soon as I hung up, I called Annie and told her I'd just heard from the firm and asked her to let me know if she got the job. A few weeks later she called to tell me she'd been hired and thanked me. We chatted a bit, and I suggested we meet for dinner sometime. She surprised me by suggesting we get together the next day. 

I knocked on her door at 5:00 p.m., and she invited me in. "Where are Doug and the kids," I asked.

"Doug's in St. Louis for a seminar and the girls are at Girl Scout camp this week," she replied. "Where's Lisa?"

"She's at work."

"Does she know you're here?"

I smiled. My wife had always been jealous of Annie, even though nothing had ever happened between us, not even a kiss. To be honest, though, there was an attraction. We flirted a bit, and had spent enough late nights at the office that I think we both occasionally entertained "what if" thoughts. "No, she thinks I'm at a bar association dinner," I said.

Annie invited me in and offered me a drink. "I'll take a beer," I said. She handed it to me and I noticed she had a Diet Coke. "Don't you drink anymore?" Annie had never been one to pass up a mojito or a Chardonnay.

"I haven't given it up. I just can't have any for the next seven months or so," she said sheepishly.

"You're pregnant! Congratulations! When did you find out?"

"Just last week."

"Tell Doug congrats, too."

Her smile faded. "I will, but I don't think he's as excited about this as I am."

"He'll be fine when he holds him...or her." I knew that Annie wanted a son to go with her two girls. "Well, let's sit down. Tell me everything; the new job, the kids. Our reservations aren't until 6:30."

We talked and after a while, she took my glass and walked to the kitchen and rinsed it in the sink. I watched her. The sun was shining through the patio door and I could see the silhouette of her legs through the thin material of her white sundress. Her blonde hair fell across her shoulders. I stood up and saw my cock had grown hard, bulging though my slacks. As I walked toward her, all the pent up sexual tension that I'd felt and repressed for years came boiling to the surface. I stood behind her and held her waist, my hardness pressing against her tiny, almost boyish, ass. I brushed the hair off her pale shoulder and kissed her neck. She sighed and for a moment leaned back against me. She turned to face me, her hands on my arms. "Michael, we can't....we can't...it's wrong."

"I know. But if you want me to stop, you have to stop me now."

She tilted her head back and looked at me. She started to speak, but then suddenly her mouth covered mine and our tongues danced in each other's mouths. My hands cupped her ass through her skirt as I pressed harder, my cock pushing against her belly. The silence in the house was deafening, only our heavy breaths and almost imperceptible moans breaking it. I whispered, finally, "Where's the bedroom?"

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We stood on opposite sides of the un-made bed; the place where she and her husband had slept the night before. We watched each other disrobe. I took off my shirt first, then my shoes and socks, and then stepped out of my pants. She lifted the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. She looked amazing in a thin white bra and matching panties. I motioned for her to lie down on her stomach. I spread her legs slightly and kneeled between them and began lightly stroking, tickling and biting her back and shoulders. I unsnapped her flimsy bra and pushed the shoulder straps down. She began to moan. "Mmmmm, that feels good...." I bent lower, so my bulging cock occasionally rested on her ass. I looked down and saw my black boxer/briefs were stained with a growing circle of white pre-cum. 

Touching her shoulder I coaxed her to turn over. Her golden hair fanned out over navy blue sheets. Her breasts were small but I could see that her nipples were already swollen. I stood for a moment and stepped out of my underwear. My cock seemed bigger and thicker than it had in years. I bent low and kissed her, long and deeply, and then I rose up on my knees and pushed her panties to one side and felt her pussy. "God, you're already wet," I said.

"I know.....sorry, sometimes I get a little messy..." She sucked in her breath when my index finger pushed between her swollen lips. Her breath quickened as I penetrated deeper then withdrew. I slowly finger-fucked her as her hips, slowly at first, began to roll and undulate. I hadn't taken my eyes off hers, watching her beautiful face as she began to feel the first stirrings of pleasure. I reached for her left hand and guided it toward her pussy. I saw the late afternoon sun through the window glint off her wedding ring as she touched her clit through her panties. She raised her hips off the bed, silently signaling for me to take them off. She spread her legs wider now. "Can you take two fingers?" I asked.

"Yeah....please...." I pushed in another. She was rubbing and stroking herself harder, with more purpose. I fucked her with my fingers, thrusting deep and occasionally twisting my wrist, feeling the top and bottom walls of her cunt. Her juices were oozing out of her, staining the dark sheets. My cock was leaking, bubbling pre-cum. I reached for it and she breathed, "Do it.....I want to see...." I began to stroke it in rhythm with my thrusts into her. We were masturbating in earnest now....fucking ourselves and each other with our hands. I felt my balls tightening, but I wanted to prolong it, I didn't want to cum...yet. I let go of my dick and pulled my fingers from her. "What.....what.....what are you doing....don't stop...."

I smiled at her and said, "I'm not going to stop...don't worry....I can't stop." I took a nipple between my teeth and slowly pulled it away from her breast. I heard a little expression of pain, mixed with surprise, mixed with pleasure. I kissed my way down her chest, which was already beginning to flush, over her belly, where her husband's child was beginning to grow. I kissed my way to her clit. I kissed her fingers, which were still teasing herself. I kissed and sucked on her lips and I pushed my fingers back inside her and began to flood her with sensation. I fingered her, licked her, sucked her, bit her, and felt her body respond. She pulled and pinched her nipples with her right hand and continued to masturbate, to rub and tease her clit. She pulled me closer, deeper into her, clasping my head in her hands, between her legs. She began to roll and writhe, fucking my mouth and face.

And this good wife, this Sunday School teacher, this Girl Scout Cookie Mom, who in all the years I'd known her rarely said even "damn" or "hell," began to whisper words I'd never heard from her. In low, guttural, almost inaudible tones I heard her whisper, "Oh...fuck....god....fuck....shit.....damn it.....fuck....goddamn.....holy fuck.....god yes.....closer....don't fucking stop....shit...." I felt her push back against the pillows, her right leg was bent, her foot on my shoulder, pushing against me, but her hands were wrapped around my head. It was almost as if she were trying to pull away but at the same time keep my mouth locked onto her pussy. Then it happened. "Oh fuck!" Her back arched and her breath stopped for a moment. Her body went stiff, and I felt liquid seeping, no pouring, out of her, coating my face and soaking the sheets. Then she slowly collapsed, and her breath returned. "God....God....it's been so long..."

I know I should have held her and waited, but I couldn't. I pushed my cock into her and felt the fading spasms of her pussy squeeze and release me. I was as deep inside her as I could go and I slowly pulled back, then slowly pushed again. My breath was ragged and my head was throbbing. I stopped and pressed against her. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"I can't take it, but I don't want to cum yet. It feels so good...I want it to last."

"It's all right. Keep going. Keep fucking me. Cum for me."

I propped myself on my elbows, looking at her. I fucked her faster, picking up my tempo, feeling my orgasm build. "Open your eyes," she whispered. "I want to look into your eyes when you cum." And I came. I emptied myself inside her with a long, guttural groan. Every muscle in my body went limp and I fell on her, my weight pinning her on the mattress. She let me lie on her in a daze before slipping out from under me. "Rest," she said, as she walked toward the bathroom, my cum starting to leak from her pussy.

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We were in her kitchen, our 6:30 dinner reservation long forgotten. She was wearing my shirt, the top buttons open and the shirt tail barely covering her ass. I watched as she rummaged through the kitchen cabinets, until she exclaimed "Ah, there you are." She walked toward me with a pack of cigarettes and a saucer. "C'mon" she said as she opened her patio door and stepped onto her deck.



Their house was in a new subdivision and there were no neighbors behind them. The lights were off next door and only a freshly-poured foundation occupied the lot on the other side. She balanced the saucer on the rail, and lit her cigarette, inhaling deeply. She saw me staring at her and said, "What? It's just one. I don't think it will hurt the baby."

"It's not that. I just never knew you smoked." I moved beside her, resting my elbows on the freshly stained wood. She turned her head, and with a hint of a smile said, "There's a lot you don't know about me, I expect." Then she did something that was innocent and erotic at the same time. She found my hand and curled her little finger around mine. That was all. Just a touch, but feelings that I hadn't felt in years overwhelmed me. With that simple act, I knew my life would never be the same.

I took the cigarette from her lips and took a long drag. "I didn't know you smoked, either."

"I don't," I said, as I took another puff.



She took my hand in hers, and touched my wedding band, turning it around on my finger. "Have you done this before? Cheated on Lisa, I mean?" 

"No, have you?"

"No, I've never cheated on Lisa," she said, and we both laughed. Then she said, "Once. It was a long time ago, before the kids, even before I met you. I was young and confused and feeling unwanted. Doug was working all the time. I met an old boyfriend and....it just happened."

"Does Doug know?"

"God, no. It would kill him." She stared into the dark woods. "This would kill him." Still not looking at me, she said, "But Lisa cheated on you."

"Yes."

"So what is this? Am I your revenge fuck?"

"No."

"Then what am I? What is this?"

I turned her toward me, my hands wrapped around her waist. "I don't know, but whatever it is, it's pretty fucking amazing!" She smiled again, and we both began to laugh hysterically.

"Yes. Yes it is that," she finally said. She stepped out of our embrace and led me toward the chaise lounge and pushed me down. Going to another deck chair she took one of the cushions and placed it next to the chair. Dropping to her knees, she said, "Here's something else you don't know about me."

I was already semi-hard when she took my cock in her hand and lightly, so lightly, touched the tip with her tongue, our brown eyes locked together. Forming an "O" with her mouth, she took in the head, her lips locked under the glans. She was squeezing the base, her fingers occasionally pressing into the front of my sac. Applying just enough suction to draw a low moan from me she suddenly released me. She smiled, and then without warning took the entire length into her mouth, holding it until she began to gag, then slowly drew raised her head, sucking as she went until she it popped out of her mouth. She caught her breath, wiping the water from her eyes, then bent toward it again. I could feel her breath, expecting to experience that amazing mouth again, when she suddenly backed away and laughed. For the next ten minutes she teased, tantalized and sucked me. She rolled my balls in her hands, occasionally licking them. I was frantic with lust, bucking off the lounge chair, twisting, screaming, running my hands through her hair, trying to fuck her throat. She reduced me to a quivering mass of Jell-O. I begged her to let me cum, to explode in her mouth. Instead, she finally stopped and stood up. "Let's wait a minute," she said and walked to the rail, taking off my shirt as she went. Then, she bent over, her elbows resting on the wood. Her tight, small ass jutted out, offering itself to me. "Take your time, Michael...fuck me...."

I fucked her like she sucked me. Sometimes pounding her deep and hard, other times withdrawing completely before teasing her with light strokes before slamming into her again. I dug my hands into her waist; I slapped her ass; I pulled her hair. All the while she strummed her clit and backed into me, meeting my thrusts. I felt her spasm with an orgasm more than once, but I didn't care. This was my turn to fuck her until I came with an intensity I hadn't experienced since I was teenager.

We showered together and later stood in front of her mirror as we dressed. I felt my phone vibrate. "Is it Lisa?" Annie asked. I just smiled. "How many times has she called?" I looked at the call record and said, "Just fifteen."

"What are you going to tell her?"

I walked to the toilet and dropped the phone into the water. "I didn't get her calls. The phone just stopped working. I don't know what happened. Did Doug call?"

She checked her phone. "Only twice. No big deal. I'll call him in a minute."

We walked to the front door. I took her in my arms. She held me close for a moment, and then pushed me back. There were tears in her eyes. "Michael, this can't happen again. It just can't."

I brushed a strand of hair off of her face. "I know, Annie. I know it can't." I drew her to me again and kissed her before whispering in her ear. "But we both know it will."



Annie



I think the last time I saw TJ was the summer after High School graduation. I don't know why I remember things like this but I had asked him to a movie. I remember the only reason he could go with me was because his girlfriend, a new girl to the school had gone on vacation with her family. TJ wasn't a wallflower, he had other girlfriends in high school but they didn't matter. He always had a crush on me. I could have him whenever I wanted. He was sweet and did things for me. He was the one that was there the night I needed a ride to and from the clinic. We didn't get home until midnight. He got grounded for it but he never told anyone we went to the clinic. For four years he was my little puppy dog and I had abused him the whole time. I was a month away from leaving Denver for the last time. He was headed to State. I only asked him to the movie for one reason. I owed him for the hours of biology and Spanish tutoring. He was going to get what he had wanted since we were freshmen in Mrs. Reed's earth science class and he first stared at my boobs.

We ate pizza after the movie. He bought. He drove me home and I invited him in. My parents wouldn't be home for hours. I still don't know if he was scared or just clueless but he didn't come in. I remember standing out front and watching him drive away in the convertible. 

He wasn't at the tenth anniversary or the twentieth. He had no way to know he was the only reason I went to either of them. At the tenth, I wanted to show off my globe trotting lifestyle and my French husband. At the twentieth I was single and alone and just wanted to see him because I wanted to feel it again. I wanted to feel his eyes on me and feel the confidence that came from his total devotion.

TJ had been a dork. He was good looking but he just didn't have what it took for me to screw him. I had a reputation back then, I deserved it. He didn't care. My mother, with her typical French indelicacy had said he just wanted my boobs. My father, who actually knew me knew better. He would tell me so when TJ would go trotting out of the house late during finals week having just taught me enough to pass my test.

TJ wasn't hard to find. The Internet is a powerful tool for finding lost loves. I sent him an email to his work address. He replied from a personal address. We exchanged life stories. I put the best spin possible on having travelled the world and then being left for a young girl. I was proud of setting myself up in a new city with my own business and a suddenly successful career. TJ sold stuff. He was one of those guys in a suit on the plane on Monday morning and then on the plane home on Thursday night.

I asked if he ever got to Houston.

Yes, he said. About once a month. 

I told him to give me a call the next time he was in town.

He replied his wife wouldn't like that very much. 

I wondered why he hadn't brought up his wife earlier. I hadn't said anything in his earlier email.

He didn't know why, he replied. He said maybe he still had his crush on me. He said it was pitiful how he still thought of me at times, especially when his son played games at our old high school and he would have to walk around the campus. He attached a picture. His wife was sweet. His youngest son was adorable. His teenage son hurt. It could have been a picture of TJ. 

I decided to play offended. I told him he sure must think a lot of himself. I just meant a friendly lunch. What kind of slut did he think I was?

I was the worst kind of slut, he said. I was the kind of slut that slept with everyone but him. That was the problem, if we met and didn't do anything, it would be just like it had been before, me getting his attention and him getting to go home with blue balls. If we did do something, well, he would get what he always wanted but he had moved past that. He said he knew, intellectually that it was nothing but a crush but said that's not how it felt. He had felt that he loved me. All those guys, all those times he had had to hear about what I'd done at a party still hurt. He wished me well. He signed off "Love,"

Fuck. I do not like being put off. Fuck him. I am not the worst kind of slut. I am the god damndedest best kind of slut there is. I deleted the whole string of emails, called one of the men I was seeing, poured a glass of wine and waited for him to get there.

I was in bed, the police detective on top of me pretending to get off thinking about being the worst kind of slut when I realized I had to do it.

I flew into Denver on the early morning flight. I picked up my shitty rental car and drove to the Hilton downtown. I mentioned I had searched TJ. He was speaking at a conference on global Internet threats. I had booked myself into the convention. I didn't, as a children's book editor, have much need to learn about computer hackers. I sat through half of one of the early speakers before taking off and wandering town. I stumbled into a high-end boutique and splurged on a dress. It was sheer in places; a slit revealed my thigh almost to my hip and the neckline plunged indecently. I also purchased a bra and panties but back in the hotel I discovered I couldn't wear either with the dress. I was a proper slut when at 3:00 I headed down for his presentation. He had started when I entered the ballroom. I thought he paused as I walked in but I could have been making that up. The techy nerds around me stared. 

TJ had always been tall. He played basketball and ran track and I remember him as this tall goofy nerdy kid with feathered hair. At the podium, he seemed even taller. Her wore a black suit with a thin subtle pin stripe. His jaw was square, his shoulders broad. He wore a crisp white shirt and a purple tie. He had aged well. His hair was cut short but was as dark and think as I remembered. He talked about the threat posed by the Russian mob and the government of China and I resolved to change all of my passwords that night. He finished and started taking questions and I stood to leave. I was obvious, pausing several times so that I was sure he saw me. I ordered a glass of wine and waited.

I never expected he would make me wait. I sat in the bar fending off every sort of suitor imaginable from tech nerds to salesmen to an FBI agent. It was after five when he came in. He had a short bald man with him, and a homely woman in a pantsuit. He didn't come up to me but instead moved to a table. The other two sat and he came to the bar. We were separated by a couple of suits and although I know he had caught me looking at him and given me a strange look of recognition he didn't come over. He took three drinks back to the table and sat down with his back to me.

It took everything I had not to approach him. I ordered a third glass of wine and resolved it was my last. If he didn't come up to me soon I would leave. I was getting looks from a kid across the bar. I say kid, he was probably thirty. He was just a kid to me. I would fuck him. I would show him a thing or two. 

I was nursing my wine but was already half way through when a long black arm extended just past my shoulder. 

"I'm sorry." The familiar voice said behind me. Then to the bartender, "I guess we need to cash out." At the end of the arm, the hand had extended an American Express card. "You seem incredibly out of place. Your husband drag you to this?" The voice said and I looked up at him. God, his eyes were deep and black, his face was older. It seemed hard. It was just now that I remembered he seldom smiled. He wasn't smiling now.

"Hi." I said. He had to recognize me.

"Hi." He said back casually. Did he really not recognize me at all?

"Your speech was terrifying, TJ."

"Really? I thought it went well. Not as well as my presentation on "A Room With a View. That will always be my masterpiece."

I remembered that book report. He hadn't read the book. He hadn't even seen the movie. He had watched a review of the movie. He worked the class into a frenzy clowning through it. Mrs. Anderson chastised all twenty of us for being rude during his presentation but felt it was obvious he had read the book and understood the subtleties of it social commentary or some shit like that. He had gotten an "A." He knew exactly who I was. When the bartender set the ticket in front of him he reached around me. Both long hulking arms wrapped around my shoulders as he signed. He was Thomas now.

"You look good, Annie, little skinny though. You should eat." He took his slip and left me sitting there. I didn't turn, expecting him to be back. When it felt like it had been too long I looked for him and saw him moving through the lobby for the door with the bald man and the Lesbian.

Alone, I looked back at the kid with the bushy long hair. He was in a suit, probably some sort of techie. I raised my glass to him and he came over. I asked the bartender for my tab and signed the check to my room. The boy asked if I wanted a drink. I told him I had already had too much. He said he liked my dress, I said I liked his suit and ran my hand over his arm. He was a confident little cougar fucker and suggested we go upstairs. I said sure. 

The Hilton is an older hotel. They have black and white pictures up from when it was the tallest building in Colorado. The elevators were painfully slow. I clutched my little bag and tried not to show my anger, disappointment, and frustration. If it didn't come soon I knew I would tell the boy to get lost. The little arrow above the door had turned green but the doors still hadn't opened when I heard the heavy footfalls on the tile floor. I turned just as I thought they would run me over and was met with his broad chest and purple tie. His hand was on my cheek by the time I looked up and then his lips were on mine. It was a firm and deliberate kiss. It was short and when he pulled away I had to reach up and bring his head back down. I kissed him this time and it was softer, our lips lingering. The door opened behind me with a rattle. I broke loose the kiss and looked over to apologize to the kid who just had gotten screwed out of his night with an older woman. He was already walking away.

"Him, really?" TJ said to me.

"He was cute."

"God, you are a slut."

"Are you coming up?"

"Yes," he said. He kissed me and pulled me into the elevator, his strong hand on the small of my back lifting me so that I wasn't so much walking backwards as dragging my feet. The doors closed behind us and he set me down. I pressed seven.

"First kiss. Was it what you hoped?"

He turned and stood beside me. "That wasn't our first kiss."

"No?"

"No. There was a party." His voice was soft. I felt regret in his words, if not regret, just sadness. "At Jeff's house. You were so shitfaced you could barely walk. I was with Andrea Taylor but she was there just to try to get with Brandon." He paused but I didn't say anything. I wanted the elevator to move more quickly. I remembered there had been a party but that was about it. "Trey had gotten you to the bedroom. Andrea had struck out with Brian and had decided I was good enough. We were going up to the Pass. I was probably going to get laid when Jeff grabbed me. He told me Trey had you in the bedroom and had come out looking for a rubber. Jeff and looked in and you were passed out. Jeff was scared. He didn't know what to do."

"I think I did that a lot." I said. It was an apology but it just drew a stern look from him.

"I sent Andy off pissed and got you. Trey tried to fight me but I guess I was scary or something because it didn't happen. I wrapped you in a sheet and Jeff grabbed your clothes. He gave me the keys to his mom's Cadillac. I didn't even have my license yet."

"You took me home like that? Jesus. What did my dad do."

He smiled at that. "So you came-to in the car. You were pissed I had interrupted you. At the light at Lincoln you kissed me. You wanted me to pull over. You kept showing me your tits and asking why I didn't want them. You passed out again before we got to your house. "

"Classy." I said. He didn't respond. "Did you pull an 'Animal House,' leaving me at the stoop?"

He looked down at me again. The disapproval was wrenching. "I'm not Friedman." I knew the reference. My dad had broken the football players nose my sophomore year when he left me half naked on the doorstep. "I carried you to the door and rang the bell with your foot. Your dad answered. He was as red as Mrs. Wildman's Caddy. He saw me standing there and opened the door wide enough I could carry you in. He pointed me to your room and I carried you back there. Your mom came storming out yelling in French swinging at me and your dad pulled her back. I have no clue what they said. She calmed down. I laid you on your bed and she took over. I headed for the door. Your dad took me by the arm to his den."

"Shit."

"He gave me a beer and we talked about where I was going to go to college."

"Seriously?"

"That was our first kiss."

The elevator door opened. "Do you remember the movies? After Graduation?"

"Leprechaun, I think. Something stupid. You were wearing the surf tournament tank top you had stolen from me." I had loved that tanktop.

"You gave it to me. Why didn't you come in?"

"I was a good boy then." The elevator chimed. It wanted to leave.

"And now?"

"Not so much."

That was about it for talking. He took me to my room. We kissed continually. They were firm and desperate. His hands explored me over my dress and then he slipped it off my shoulders. He knew what he was doing. He was firm where he needed to be and soft where it was better to be soft. Naked on the bed, lying on my back, he looked down at me with a look I can only describe as reverent. He undressed slowly till he was down to a designer pair of briefs. The idea that he just wore them regularly, not when he was expecting to get something, made him better somehow in my mind then the men I usually took to bed these days. He came into the bed with me. We kissed more. He kissed more of me. I tugged his briefs off of him and he moved with urgency. He wanted me. I imagined him thinking he was finally going to take me.

"Wait." I told him. "Condom?" I whispered.

He sat up. He inched to the side of the bed, reaching over to pick up his underwear.

"No?" I asked. I was honestly surprised.

"No." He looked at me. He didn't seem disappointed. If anything, he seemed relieved. "I shouldn't be here anyway." He looked at me lying there and I didn't like it. I wanted him to be in love with me the way he always had been. 

I couldn't have him thinking of me however he was thinking of me. I pulled him back down to me and he pulled away. I had to stand up and push him down. Can you rape a man? He said no but he couldn't resist. I pressed him into me. He closed his eyes at first but as I moved on him, he relented. His hands moved up my legs and eventually he opened his eyes. He felt my breasts. His hips moved with mine. He came quickly. I was a good and proper slut and it struck me I hadn't felt a man orgasm inside of me in years. I groaned, I cried out. I took him fiercely as if I could fuck the years away. When I collapsed on the bed beside him we switched roles. He was strong and fit considering how old we were. He fucked slowly but deliberately. I relished the feeling of cum inside me. Later, when he dressed and left I would lie in bed thinking about it. I would have to do something about that in the morning.

We only did it those two times. I wanted more and asked him to stay, wordlessly he turned from me. I had told myself I was coming here for him. I was going to give him a gift. He knew better than that. He knew before I did. I had come for myself, as if I could make something up to him. I had gone there thinking I wouldn't feel like a tease or a slut or whatever after it happened. Instead I didn't feel any differently. I got bumped to first class on the flight home. I was shit faced on vodka when the plane landed. The detective didn't return my calls. I had to call one of my other friends. He was married, luckily it was still only mid afternoon when I landed. He got to see the two hundred dollar bra I had bought in Denver. He liked it.

TJ did actually call. He had waited six months though and I couldn't see him at that point. Not without explaining to him why I didn't see the doctor when I got home. I really didn't know why I waited until it was too late to do anything about it.

It was a rough pregnancy. Women should not get pregnant at 46. There were complications. A slut can get guys to help her out with a lot of crap. I've never changed a flat. Shit, I didn't even put gas in my own car until I was out of college, but a slut is fucking lonely when she is confined to her bed after week 28. I got through it though. She is healthy. I named her Tommy. I hope she isn't a slut but it might be out of my control.